THERE is nothing that is much more fun than a party, is there? Mother
hasn’t forgotten the days when she set a little table in the attic with
the dolls’ tea-set, and had cambric tea and jam sandwiches. As for a
birthday party, why it doesn’t seem a bit like a birthday without a
frosted cake and pink candles and ice cream in forms—but there! That
was to be a surprise.
Birthday parties only come once a year, of course, but there are other
parties in between, afternoon teas on the piazza or in the playroom, or
in the barn, if you are so fortunate as to have a barn. These parties
oughtn’t to mean extra work for mother, for you can have them all
yourself, if mother is willing.
So when she says, “Yes, you may have a party,” after you have hugged
her, and told her she was the dearest mother in the world, you can
begin to get ready.
“R. S. V. P.,” at the end,
Means “an answer kindly send,”
But a child who is polite,
Knows she should an answer write.
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