IT
was Betty who
delivered the invitation, in such solemn fashion
that the Teddy Bears all sat them down on the bed to
consider. As Betty went on to explain they were all
attention; even Baloo, the Indifferent One, cocked his
stubby ears and leaned forward until Ab, his small charge,
nearly toppled over on his nose. Of course they would go;
but what should they wear? Peter— big, tawny Peter—thought
his pink neck-ribbon would be more becoming than his blue;
yet he did so love blue. Little Scrub, sitting beside his
beloved Barbara, wondered if it would be quite proper to
wear his blue jeans. You can't imagine how excited they
were: one isn't invited to a tea-party every day — that is if one is a Teddy Bear. Not that they cared about the
tea, but they did hope there would be plenty of honey.
NOW, a tea-party means a rehearsal of one's manners. At
that thought most of the Teddy Bears scampered away and
pretended to be busily washing their paws (Betty never
interrupted them in that!). Ab and Ba, the twins, climbed
into Baloo's lap and declared they'd be very good.
But Peter had a request to make: Might he sit at the
head of the table? Betty said he might if he could find the
head of a round table.
WELL,
the party was a success. Each Teddy Bear wore a fresh
neck-ribbon and his jauntiest manner; except Scrub, who
would keep on his blue jeans, so they made him sit in the
window by himself. Peter was wonderful and Betty couldn't
eat for admiration of him. As there weren't chairs enough to
go around some perched on the tops; and though, at this
dizzy height, they couldn't manage tea-cups, they all had
lots of honey; till even Peter lay back sleepy and
satisfied.
all sat them down on the bed to
consider. As Betty went on to explain they were all
attention; even Baloo, the Indifferent One, cocked his
stubby ears and leaned forward until Ab, his small charge,
nearly toppled over on his nose. Of course they would go;
but what should they wear? Peter— big, tawny Peter—thought
his pink neck-ribbon would be more becoming than his blue;
yet he did so love blue. Little Scrub, sitting beside his
beloved Barbara, wondered if it would be quite proper to
wear his blue jeans. You can't imagine how excited they
were: one isn't invited to a tea-party every day — that is if one is a Teddy Bear. Not that they cared about the
tea, but they did hope there would be plenty of honey.
WELL,
the party was a success. Each Teddy Bear wore a fresh
neck-ribbon and his jauntiest manner; except Scrub, who
would keep on his blue jeans, so they made him sit in the
window by himself. Peter was wonderful and Betty couldn't
eat for admiration of him. As there weren't chairs enough to
go around some perched on the tops; and though, at this
dizzy height, they couldn't manage tea-cups, they all had
lots of honey; till even Peter lay back sleepy and
satisfied.
