The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1915-01-21
Be d Time Stories
For the Little
Folks
DRUsILLA AND HER SKATES.


Why, Drusilla; what in the world
have you on your feet?" asked Bobby
Jones one night.
Drusilla was sitting in her corner
looking as though she had not friend
in the world, but she frightened bit
when she heard Bobby's voice.
ooh! you mean my skates?" asked
Drusilla, looking down at her ieet, and
the troubled expression coming to her
face again. my little mother made
a pair out of these little spools and
tied them on my feet"
do they hurt?" asked Bobby seeing
the distressed look upon Drusilla's
face.
"Why, Bobby Jones, the most awful
thing happened today with these hor-
rid things on my feet Listen, and
will tell you all about it,
This morning | went out with my
little mother to skate on the smooth
paving in front of the house-that is,
my little mother intended to skate and
she took me by one hand and another
little girl by my other, and they tried
to make me skate, but they began to
go so fast that they forgot all about
me, and first one would skate ahead
and then the other. dragging me along
and not noticing how they were pulling
my poor arms at all.
well, | just thought | should die,
Bobby Jones, when suddenly my little
mother skated ahead and the other
little girl screamed. My little mother
looked around and then she screamed
for it seemed she had skated right off
with my arm in her hand, and there l
was with only one ARM
Eyes, it was awful, and all on ac-
count of those horrid skates" said
Drusilla. We'll, that was not all,
Bobby Jones. Just as my little mother
was carrying me into the house she
fell, and I landed on my skates and
my feet doubled under me and slid
right into a puddle of muddy water.
My little mother took me to her
mother to have my arm repaired, but
she told her to take me to the kitchen
and dry me first and then what do You
suppose happened?"
ooh, what. Drusilla?" asked Bobby.
THE cook put me in the oven" said
Drusilla, in a voice full Of horror.
well, what happened to you in the
oven?" asked Bobby.
'Why, ! dried. of course. You know
| was wet from falling into the puddle
of water" said Drusilla, but it was
so hot in there and the cook closed
the door and told my little mother she
was going to bake me for lunch.
Bobby Jones, did not know what
happened for a second, such a scream
as my little. mother gave, and she took
the stove poker. and pounded the oven
door because she could not open it,
can tell you that cook opened the door
pretty quick then, but not before my
little mothers screams brought the
nurse, and she told my little mother to
stop her crying over that good-for-
nothing Drusilla. But that only made
my little mother scream louder. and
then her mother came running in, and
she gave that nurse and the cook
scolding, and she did not leave me
until was dry; then she sewed on my
arm and told my little mother that
she had better put me in the playroom
when she went skating. But now I
have two enemies In the house, for
heard the cook tell the nurse that any
one would think was new French
doll, the fuss that was made over me,
and If she had her way would go into
the ash can" -
II never want roller skates" said
Bobby Jones.
You will never have that trouble"
said Drusilla, because you haven't
any feet, Bobby Jones'"
Bobby slid down into his box, for
once glad he was not quite like Dru-
silla.