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Manawatu Times, Volume LIII, Issue 6542, 25 February 1928, Page 7

It was Party Time, and the Twins thought they would give the Family an evening’s quiet amusement! “Just a few simple games without noise or fuss,” said Pam. And so they played “Puss in -the Corner.” But their own particular Puss got into a corner and refused to come out. “You’re spoiling it, Smut,” cried Pam. “Oh, no I’m not,” laughed Smut, “You can’t catch me!” “I don’t think Puss-in-thc-Corner is much of a game,” said Spot. “What about . Blindman’s Buffi”

So they played “Blind-man’s Buff/’ and blindfolded Spot, who was all eagerness to catch someone and get rid of the tiresome handkerchief. “Where on earth have they all gone/'no wondered, flinging his legs right and left but catching no-one. They were too quick for him, and ho said he didn. t care much for ** Blind-man's Buff;/* and wouldn't it he fun to go boating in the bathl

So they got a wash-tub, filled the bath with water, and went boating. '‘We mv't t,\ up a proper In -ding stage/’ srid Peter. seizing the bath-mat,“l’ll rest this on the edge of tho bath, and when we get in the tub, it’ll tiltj and off w’ll go a-sailing on the seas!’’ They got in, but ...

Some one icrked the tub, and—splisil splash! splosh! over it turned, ducking the Twins and the Family deep in the bath. ‘ ‘Ugh!" grumbled Smut, who hates water, '‘l knew I should hate this silly game," and ,wet and miserableshe climbed out and shook herself all over the floor. Lovely! _ cried Spot, who simplv loves a swim, “I'm for another sail —anyone coming. JNot for mo!" squeaked Micky, “Bathing's not in my line." I don t think much of this," cried Peter, “Who’s for a toboggan run down the bannisters?

So they went tobagganing on a tea-tray down the bannisters. But Micky couldn’t stick on; neither could Smut, who was still cross and damp. “Off," squeaked Micky, as ho bumped on the landing below.,“Off," hissed. Smut as she followed. “Oh! but this is lovely,” yapped Spot, who was just managing to hang on. “Groat," cried Peter and Pam, And then . . ■

This “quiet little game" came to grief! The tea-tray got up so much speed on the way down that it couldn’t stop at the bottom, and it fell, with a terrilic crash, on the cold, hard tiles of the hall. “Help!” cried Pam, “Where am I? Is it an earthquake." Peter also was rather unhappy, for he cracked his nose against the bottom step. Smut sirrin'r- hated the whole business and made off. Only Snot ' ' —’’•' got out of the way way in time, seemed to appreciate it all. ‘‘No more nice, quiet little games for me," sighed Pam, *• they 're coo numerous."