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The Children's Corner

FORGET-ME-NOT.

THE DOLLS' CHRISTMAS PARTY.

(By J.F.)

It was Christmas time, and Biddy and Betty were playing, with their dolls, whom they loved, washing their clothes, sewing on. fresh ribbons, and combing the long silky hair,'"so that all should bo smart for Christmas Day which was not far off. " '

Suddenly Betty stopped, and with a cry of excitement said: "I say, Biddy, wouldn't it be-fun if Mother would let us have a dolls' Christmas party? We could ask such lots of dolls, and they would have their best party frocks on, and would look like real little girls. What do you say?"

Biddy said "Yes!" rather dubiously, and then added: "But they can't eat, and we must have lots of good things at a party—ice creams, an' meringues, an' fruit salad." "Yes," said Betty sadly, "that's true, but I'll toll you what! When all the dolls arrive we'll whisper that they have forgotten their -wee bibs ; they will quite understand and won't mind a bit, and they won't want anything to eat, you'll see!" "Good oh!" agreed Bibby. "That'll do. Let's find Moth-

We've had r, lot to do with animals lately in our Children's Corner, and here is. another one to join together, but in a different wey from our competition animals and just for your own amusement. Carefully cut out the black

er." And away they went, leaving their little playmates in a sad state of neglect and tripping over Tommy the cat and Rags the dog in their excitement. The latter, scenting fun, gathered up speed and went with them.

Mother was in the garden picking flowers for the house. Suddenly she found herself pounced upon from behind. 'fMumsie, dear, ,we have come to ask you to do something for us. You must say Yes! Won't you? Oh! a promise, please, before we ask."

"I can't do that, children," said their mother. "You might want something that I could not give you. But tell me,'what is it?" '

Gasping with excitement, they both answered: "We want you to let us have a dolls' Christmas party. Soon! Very soon!"

And Mother said "Yes! " Away the two flew again, this time to tell Nursio, who. would help. them to write and spell" the invitations. ••■• ■■ ■ • . •: ;

,In a few days many "little friends were made happy with a Christmas card on which were written those words:— ■

Betty and Biddy invite you and your Dollie to a Party on Wed-

nesday next, from 2 o'clock.to 4,

Ice creams, a big Christmas tree, and a grown-up Fairy Christmas.

Be sure and come!

It was noticed that the little hostesses had forgotten to put their surnames and addresses, but as . every-

one know Biddy and Betty it did not matter in the least.

And then the excitement began. Every doll's wardrobe was inspected and the garments scattered everywhere. Discussions took place as to which was the prettiest frock and which she would, look the loveliest in. One little mother cried because her doll had no party frock, Tout the tears were kissed away by a kind sister who said she would make a lovely frock of book muslin, all frilled* and with touches of blue. And sho did too!

And so the eventful day arrived. It was full of sunshine, and as 2 o'clock drew near many happy little people and their beloved dolls were to be seen coming up the drive. Some of the dolls were carefully tucked in prams and go-carts, some were carried, and some were walking hand in hand with their owners. All were looking very beautiful and dressed in their very' best clothes. As the clock struck the hour Betty and Biddy appeared at the door and welcomed the guests, and TTairy Christmas, in a glittering dress and with wand of silver, showed' each one to her seat round a table which was covered with lovely things to eat

patches and see if you can fit them together. When you have done that you will find a nice black c . De.ir me, I nearly told you what it was! Well, when you've fitted the pieces together and found out what animal it is, paste it on to cardboard and cut it out.

and a Christmas tree in the very centre. When everyone was seated it was noticed that the dolls looked just a-lit-tle sad, and then Betty remembered her promise and told them their little bibs had been forgotten, and the dolls quite understood and cheered up immediately. "But," said Betty, "you aro going to get lovely things from the Christmas tree when we ourselves have finished eating."

It was indeed a lovely party, and 4 o'clock came too soon for the little mothers. But .punctually they, began to collect their wraps and prams and go-carts, and soon the dolls wero tucked in. Good-byes were said and kisses blown, and ringing cheers given for the two little hostesses. As the procession turned out of the drive two happy voices called: "Mother says we may have another party nest Christmas." - - .

When to the flowers so beautiful The Father gave a name, Back came a little blue-eyed one (All timidly it came), And standing at its Father's feet, And gazing in His face, It said in low and trembling tones With sweet and gentle grace, "Dear God, the name Thou gavcst me Alas! I have forgot." Then kindly looked the Father down,: And said, "Forget-Me-Not." Author Unknown.

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Evening Post, Volume CXIII, Issue 30, 5 February 1927, Page 16

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The Children's Corner FORGET-ME-NOT. Evening Post, Volume CXIII, Issue 30, 5 February 1927, Page 16

The Children's Corner FORGET-ME-NOT. Evening Post, Volume CXIII, Issue 30, 5 February 1927, Page 16