THE FAREWELL.

Auckland Star, Volume LX, Issue 242, 12 October 1929, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE FAREWELL.

(By Doris Brown, Fenton Street, Stratford; aged 15.) There was a farewell to the minister. I went. The vicar was presented with a wallet containing £20, whereupon he made a touching speech, and all the ladies present sobbed into their hankies. I couldn't make out whether they sobbed because of the ±' - 20 gone west, or not. I noticed, however, that they all kept one eye on the supper-room door, whence the dinner wagons were due to enter. They were not disappointed. My chum took a cream puff—with creain in it, too! But suddenly remembering that she'd left her scarf in the cloak-room, she rushed off, leaving the cream puff on the seat. Up sailed Mrs. Sinythe. She was a. large, sleek woman, whom I did not like very much. "Hoo do you do?" she inquired languidly. Quaite well, thank you," I returned. Suddenly, ■ without the least warning, she sat down. "Poor little creain puff," I thought. Aloud I said: "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Sntythe, that's Jean's seat. "But," I continued confidentially. "I was just wondering if you'd sit thero." "Indeed! Wai, mai deah chaild?" "Because Jean left her cream puff on it," I replied maliciously.