The Washington times., 1913-08-25

Bear one night.
Yes" replied Bobby Jones
and she is having a nice time. but so
far she has not had any adventures.
Would you like to hear what she wrote d?
She wanted to be especially remember
ed to you
Teddy Bear said he should very much
like to hear Drusilla's letter. so Bobby
began to read, and all the inmates OF
the playToom sat up and listened.
The shutter of the paper dolls house
moved just a bit, but no sound came
from there. but Bobby Jones knew she
was listening, so he read in a very
loud voice:
My Dear Bobby Jones: | thought I
would write you letter so you could
know l am safe and having a good
time.
Il have not as yet had any adven-
lures. fell out of pony cart. but
little thing like that. OF course, is no
adventure TO me. | will tell you about
it, though: it might interest some Of
the pIayroom inmates who never have
adventures"
A slight sound from the window of
the paper doll Indicated that she NIGH;
have shifted at this part of Drusillas s
letter.
Bobby read on: 1T happened like
this: My little mother went riding in
pony cart with a little boy. and they
took me along because my little mother
V ould not leave me behind, although
that nurse tried to get her to.
They tucked me in between them on
.l,.
boards on the back of the seat. Of
course. they did not know IT, and drove
right On without ne.
BY and by d party Of young ladies
and young gertlement came along and
picked me up.
Why that is Drusilla" said one Of
the young ladies. What in the worli
are you doing here in the road?' she
asked me-
Il did not say word, of course and
she told the rest of the party that
was the best loved doll in tie world.
she thought: that my little mother
would not put me aside for all the low
" French dolls that other little girls
played with. and that she always said
Was better than all the other dolls IL
the world.
The young lady that was carrying me
dropped behind the rest of the party.
and one Of the Young gentlemen walked
beside her. oh. yuu lucky DrusiIlu.
sand the young lIdy. smoothing my
dress. how | envy YOU"
Why do you envy Drusilla" asked
the young gentleman.
Brcause she is loved So much re-
piled the young lady.
~ know some one VINO loves you iu,t
IS much as DrusIIa's little mothc-.
loves her. he said. trN .uy To- look into
the Young laGy's face
But DrusiIIa's little mother !oves her
in spite Of All the FrcurE dolls. and
nov $h- IS ola ard uIit or st,Ic Il
don't know what she uIcant by thII.
.llr sur"D. and she is never happy
without hrr.'
That is tn" way some "n, feels about
you said the young pru,Icman. I
ana never happy unless I ar. near yuu
and Vill love }ou alw Ss Just rs
!,IusilIa's littl" mother low $ her You
viii always be the only one N the
World for me, even when you are as
OF Is DruSilla Il did not understand
.Ha; Ids; part, Tor of course. ! am not
uldD
a LIANT ,.4gIr Was nr.rd from the
window Of th- paper doll. and Bobby
JUI,S IDCkcd coward it with a irUwn
Then t,. .rruu 20 read again The
young lady ha-Grd me closr again and
then she hooked at the young gentleman
with Il beautiful su!l- and said. IF
you will love me always .rs DrusillL IS
loved | am sure | viii br the happirSt
rirI in the world. So you see, even
dawn here am well known and very
popular"
Again a sound was hrurd from the
paper doIlhous. and HoDby looked again
in that direction before he went ON with
tn" better.
just then the pony cart with my llttIe
mother came along and my little moth
"r held out her arms. oh, did you find
my Drusilla? she asked i shan't put
her on tho scat again to please. any one
shall hold her in my arms she said
looking at the little boy who was driv-
ing.
All right. said the little boy. Il
guess 1 can stand it, but it looks more
like grown folks if you don't carry a
doll.
i shall never be too big 10 carry my
Drusilla' said my little mother ! shall
want her with me all my life. even
when ] am Il young lady
The young lady looked at the Young
gentleman and said: Can you live ND
TO that. do you Think And then she
put her arms around my little mother
and kissed Eer. 4 found something be-
sides your dear Drusilla Oh the road.