“Look, Mr. Whitewash, Uncle Wigwag is trying to play another joke on us.”
“No, I do not think so,” answered the white Polar bear gentleman. “He has not been in the house in some time. He and Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, are playing a game of hop butterscotch on the duck pond. I think your letters are no joke.”
“Then I’m going to open mine!” exclaimed Beckie, and when she had done so and had read the writing inside, she called out:
“Oh, Neddie! It’s an invitation to a party! Kittie Kat, the little pussy girl, is giving a party and she’s asked me to come to it. Is yours an invitation, too?”
“Why, yes, it is,” said Neddie slowly. “I guess I’ll go.”
“Go? Of course we’ll go!” cried Beckie. “I wonder what dress I’ll wear?”
“Oh, that’s just the way with girls!” cried Neddie. “As soon as they hear of a party they begin thinking of dress.”
“Pooh! I guess you boys are just as fussy about wearing a new necktie!” said Beckie, as she waggled her little stubby tail.
Well, to make a long story short, Neddie and Beckie got ready to go to the party Kittie Kat was to give. It took place three nights after the invitations came out, and Neddie and Beckie, the little bear children, each one dressed very nicely, went on and on through the woods and over the fields to the Kat home. It was not very far, and there was a bright moon shining in the sky, so they were not afraid.
And I just wish you could have been to the party, which Kittie Kat gave for all her animal children friends. No, on second thought, perhaps, it is just as well you were not there. The animal children wouldn’t know you, and they might have been frightened. But some day I’ll take you around myself to call on them, and after that they won’t mind you.