FOR THE GIRLS.

Auckland Star, Volume LIX, Issue 261, 3 November 1928, Page 22 (Supplement)

FOR THE GIRLS.

LITTLE THINGS THAT COUNT. OUR FIRST POSSESSIONS. My Dear Girls, — _ „ iL. thrill of your first very own possession, bctifht Do you ren»e«faer the Jt How we with your very own cennies, and flattened our little noses agaisit hoarded up those as w. P~~d on our way to XT^rray 01 £ A box of watercolour p.inU school, where y _ ___ r ;i containing three pencils, price one P UTT I * P *' °R » Lhat Untold wealth that shilling was to us then, and how shilling. u . When by means of strictest economy and thrift we £*;£ —- »<>. - •-«. - ' , °"wr'h»v*'' i .'p'nt < ™"ny .lulling, .tae. •!"»■ ™»»T bo«. of painU, and a score of pencils, but they were never the same as these, We went on the strength of them for week,. t taught us the joy that could be contained in little thing.- Little things! But the world u made up of them. Was it not the fall of an apple near Newton s head that changed the whole course of astronomy? And countless thousands of things like it that has made the world's history. Then the first letter we got addressed to our very own selves. Poshe, the man of letters, who, when we were very young, we regarded with awe almost next to that of the policeman. Yes, Postie had brought us a letter! We felt on equal terms with him then. Oh, joy! Perhaps it was a letter from Peter Pan, and we left no one uninformed of the fact when it proved to be correct. Then growing older, don't you remember, girls, the delight of receiving your first letter from a child? It may have been only a scrawled birthday greeting from a small niece, o* a sprawling smudged announcement from young Jack that he'd got two bonser white rabbits, and that they were going to the seaside for the hols, (not the rabbits, of course, but the family). How we treasure those quaint missives. Strange, isn't it, that whatever else we destroy m our virtuous spring fits of tidying up our papers, we never destroy a letter from a kiddie. Other things may drift into the waste-paper basket, but . S . jr we will keep a kiddie's letter always. Rather sweet, don't you think?