Evening star., 1925-11-19
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEYELL.
Have you little Bush-Hopper on US ra

us rather like to watch her perform
We have a bet UP as to when She
will forget to do her stuff and walk
along the sidewalk like an ordinary
child.
Our Bush Hopper, be it known. is no
ordinary child.
If she were, do you think for a
moment that | would be wasting your
time and mine by telling you about
her?
Some day she is going to be one of
the prettiest girls in Washington.
She is about 8 years old, we judge,
slender, with curly bobbed hair of
light brown, shot through with glints
of gold
After ALL only the little girls know
how to get the right sort of bobs.
Women who decide to get their own
hair bobbed ought to take along al
most any small girl they meet, and,
pointing to her, say to the barber:
Make ii like that"
The Bush-Hopper has delicate
face, with the radiance of health
showing pink through her clear skin
of childhood. She is one of those chill
dren III whose face the blood seems to
stand To the surface delicately, as if
disdaining to blush vulgarly.
Her cheeks look for all the world as
do some of the glow lamps, in which
the light permeates but does not
SuffuSe the surface.
As to her face in general. all ! can
tell YOU is that it is piquant, for she
keeps her head straightforward, as
she hops by our house, SO that | have
never got a real good look at her.
To most of us she is Il sort of mod
ern fairy in a green coat hatless. airy.
hopping her way up and down our
block at stated intervals, the Wind do
ing its best 10 tiuttcr her hair. and
only succeeding in making her checks
glow.
by the end Of the school year. next
June, we do not imagine there will be
q bush left on our block, thanks to
the Industrious, faithful Bush Hopper.
But we do not care. AS has been
said, the block would look better with
out d single bush, and if the Hopper
brings that eventuality to pass, the
citizens association of the neighbor-
! hood ought to extend TO her unani-
nous resolutions of thanks.
Every member would vote for it, too
except crusty old Sam Hepplewhite,
who lives down the way.
sam Heppewhite hates that dear
lIJllt SiIi.
He grtted his teeth every time he
saw her hopping down the row of lit
tie bushes. Mr.. HepDlewhite had two
very fine bushes in front OF his ,houSe,
two enormous bushes. too big, in fact,
if you considered the total effect,
but Sam Hepplewhite didn't. He only
considered his own property.
How Indifferent OF him!
THAT child is going to ruin every
bush III the block" swore MIR. Hepple-
white. Look at her bending down
our bushes"
Il guess she won't hurt Them said
Mrs. Hepplewhite, who had been some
thing of an athlete in her day.
Hepplewhite fumed, though. as he
sensed, rather than saw, the damage
being done to his two precious bushes.
He had watered them faithfully all
Summer, and SPRAYED them to keep off
the red spider, Nld in general WAS
proud of them.
Finally, it became more than he
could stand to see the Bush Hopper
hopping gayly through, rather than
over. his two fine, tall bushes.
So what did the mean old fellow do
but take the bushes up and trans
plant them to the back yard, And the
poor little Bush Hopper has TO run in
stead of hop every time she crosses
Sam Hepplewhite's yard.