The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1908-06-12
CFmDREN'S DEPARTMENT!

WHAT BETTY THINKS OF BOBBY.
My brother is the grandest boy! You
ought to see him jump
From big, high steps where I'm afraid, he
just comes down ker-plump!
Pm just exactly Bobby's size, cause we
are twins, you see;
But Bobby knows such heaps of things
and tells them all to me.
He tells me every single day, "you don't
know nothin' tall,
Now, Betty, while I fix this play, you sit
still on the wall"
Sometimes he says, Don't bother me,
and then know, of course,
He's making up some game about my dolly
and his horse.
And if / tell him what to do, he'll do it
"Pooh: Betty,-I know that! I meant to
do it, anyway"
He's very kind, my brother is-he's not
like other boys;
Why, when he doesn't want them, l can
always have our toys.
And generous! He always offers Inc the
biggest bun!
but course nave 70 De poii9e-I tdhe ehe
other one.
He lets me watch him building things; he
doesn't mind a bit,
And when he wants a nail OF string, he
lets me run for it.
And when we play, he lets me choose what
/ think is most fun:
Then, if he doesn't like that game, we
choose another one.
Bobby is very brave and bold. 1 s'pose. as
If ,leven t tigers cam came at once, he'd kill them
with one shot!
For Bobby says he's not afraid of bears or
any beast;
And he can shoot an elephant! He told me
so, at least.
1 do love Bobby. And sometimes l tell
him so. But he
Says grufHy (he's boy, you know, "Oh,
pshaw, don't bother me-"
Of course I'd rather be a girl-but lots of
fun miss,
When Bobby says, mo, girls can't go.
You couldn't stand it, Sis.
I guess 1 could! I'm big as Bob; for we
are twins, you see.
tells it all to me.
Sometimes he lets me hear him say his
spelling lessons through;
And then do his sums for him, and he
says, Good for you.
1t makes me feel so glad and proud, to
think I can be
Even little help to Bob, when he's so
good to me.
Carolyn Wells, in St. Nicholas.
LIFE STORY OF KITTENS.
told you a little while ago how
the old cat saved her kittens from
drowning, but that was not the only
time. 1t was perhaps a year later
when she hit upon the brilliant plan
of putting her new family under the
billiard room platform. This was like
square veranda without any roof,
in the southwest angle between the
dining room and the billiard room,
both of which opened On it. Three
steps ran all along it's sides, and
there were ventilators of openwork
iron between the steps through which
you could look into the hollow space
under the platform. But no human
being could crawl in. though there
was just room for a cat to do so, and
not quite enough for dog, who could
only whine and bark and make a
great fuss when a cat ran in there;
but pussy was quite safe, and we'll
she knew it. So you see the old cat
did a fine thing when she put her
family there. The children found it
out because she used to run in and
out there so many times a day, and
pretty soon they could hear faint
| miaous from the baby kittens.
How exciting it was. The children
would lie fiat on the ground and peep
into the great dark places or peer
through the iron work of the venti-
lators, but though they sometimes
saw little round balls of fur moving
a little, they could not tell how many
or what color the kittens were. AS
the little ones grew bigger they
would creep out toward the sunshine,
but the old mother puss was very
watchful and more than once when
hand was reaching in to try to
catch an unwary baby kitten she
would growl and give smart blow
with her paw to the intruder, and
sometimes let her feel the claws.
But one bright morning the birds
were singing like mad, and the gar
den was af1ame with blossoms, and
the sun was shining hard on the stone
sidewalk and warming it through, the
kittens could no longer be restrained.
and one by one they crept out into
the warmth and light. Oh how pret-
ty they were, and how proud their
mother was as she stuck her tail
straight up in the air like flag
pole and rubbed herself against the
children's legs, purring as loud as
the kitchen clock licked, and almost
saying in so many words:
Ibid you ever i'll your life see sucn
a fine family, and am / not clever
mother to have kept my treasures
safe so long?'
The three who were the largest
and handsomest were named after the
three Moorish princesses in WASH
ington Irving's delightful story in
THE AlhamDra," which the children
never tired of reading. They are
funny, long names, and l wonder
whether you can pronounce them.
Zayda, Zorayda and ZorahayGa. Zayda
was a beauty, the prettiest of all, for
she was what is called a tortoise
shell cat, white, with stripes of
black and yellow. She lived in the
family to a good old age, had lots
of kittens and very bad temper. but,
like many handsome people, her beau
ty made people overlook her badness.
Zorayda was a soft gray all over,
more of a Maltese cat, and Zorahayda
was dark beauty, more like a Moor