The Washington times., 1913-05-20
For The Times Children
Just Before It's Bedtime


NE night the playroom was In
great disorder Teddy Bear
~ lay on his back with his feet
and arms in the air, the wood
en- soldiers were strewn over the moor
table that had been spread for tea
was overturned. and the dishes were
on the floor; one cup was broken.
A chair was in the middle Of the room
harnessed for riding. and the room II
general looked as though some one had
stirred it with a huge spoon.
Drusilla looked over at Bobby Jones
box. Bobby" she called.
Bobby raised his cover slowly. Has
he gone7" he asked.
Yes, he has gone, and I hope he
never comes here again." said Drusilla.
Just look at our playroom, Bobby
Jones. / should think you would wish
you were a girl. / wouldn't be boy
for anything"
Bobby looked about. The room does
look upset." he said. Look at poor
Teddy Bear"
You need not pity me now" said
Teddy Bear. Il am quite glad to be
resting, I can tell you. That boy twist
ed my legs and arms into the most un-
heard-of positions, and l am SO lame l
never wish to move again.
He made me jump up and down IN
nv box until I thought my poor spring
would break" said Bobby, and then he
took me by my head and pulled me 10
see what made me jump UP when he
opened the box. If II had not peen 1or
nv little mistress he would have pulled
me right out. She took me away from
him and closed the cover
.'I don't see how anv one can live In
a boys play room.'' said Drusilla: look
at the wooden soldiers: why he shot
every one of them with that bean blow
er he had and. not being satisfied with
that. he stepped on two OF them ana
broke an arm and leg. II thought
II was a cannon, he had said Boboy'
'.he set me up in a chair and blew
great green balls hard as iron at me
and when they struck me I boboed
about and that made him laugh. ! really
do not think / should care to live in
a boys play room.
/, Il should not think you would. Bobby
Jones. IL you have any sense" said
Drusilla. but being a bov yourself l
rough play: why he almost put out my
eye with that horried beanblower.
These were dried peas he used to shoot
with. not cannon balls. though they
| were as hard and hurt just as much,
am sure
WHO is he?" asked Bobby.
Here Is my little mothers cousin.
replied Drusilla. He came with. hi:
mother to make a visit
Mercy" cried Bobby. hasn't ht
| gone home? Is he coming here again
| tomorrow"
No; he has gone home. but he did
| come to stay a week: his mother had a
| telegram and they went right away to-
night" said Drusilla. and it was lucky
| for us he did
why. he took me right by my hall
! and took knife and tried to cut off my
scalp. My little mother screamed and
pulled me out of his hand. You bad
wicked boy. what are you doing by my
! Drusilla?" she asked
He told her he was playing Indian
and that ! was only doll and could
not feel.
My little mother told him il hurt me
as much as Il would hurt IL anyone
pulled my hair, and II he did it again
! she would pun his
| Then he laughed and took right hold
| OF her curls. and she screamed so tha'
! his mother came out and told him ht
was playing with little girl and must
! DC more gentle. What Is that chair
turned over for in the middle of the
| room? asked Bobby. "Oh. he played II
was horse and rode horseback on II;
he made my little mother get on, TOO