FOR THE GIRLS

Auckland Star, Volume LXV, Issue 129, 2 June 1934, Page 2 (Supplement)

FOR THE GIRLS

A HOLIDAY ADVENTURE. WENDY MEETS A SUNBEAM. ■ My Dear Girls, — After the bustle and excitement of the past fortnight it is nice to be a ble Vo curl up, pen in hand, in my deck chair and write you of our recent doings. There is just enough sunshine playing about the sun porch to make me think rather wistfully of summer; and have only to close my eyes very tightly on the damp, May world and tne delusion l 6 compile. Actually it is the fault of the deck chair. True it .s quite an Ordinary kind of deck chair, but it is surprising how it puts me m mind of hollLys and beaches and dear little summer cottages I know this f. siHv and quite childish, but then there are such lots of child«.h things J liki—pantomimes, for instance, and ice creams, and conjurers—oh, certainly conjurers. However, this will not do at all. Here is Peter Pan saying firmly: "Please write a very short lettter this week, Wendy;' and I am rambling on about nothing in particular when I really should be giving you a graphic account of my holiday adventure. ; Ah! That surprises you. You did not know I had a holiday adventure, did you? But I did. Now which one of my Sunbeams, I wonder, has curly red hair and a pair of blue eyes—lrish eyes I do believe? And which of you possess a nice roguish smile and happened to be a passenger on the south-bound Limited one night during the holidays? "For goodness sake," I hear you murmuring, "just listen to Wendy." Train trips are rather exciting as a rule, don't you think, girls; but on this particular occasion the weather was bitterly cold, the tram was crowded and I had come to the conclusion that tram trips weren t exciting at all So also had the little girl who was occupying the seat next to mine. Actually we had made friends before the train steamed out of Auckland. "You can have the window seat if you like," she had offered preciously. "I don't mind really." Recollecting childhood trips in various trains and terrific »crambles for window seats, this generous offer made me view my little travelling companion in a very kindly light. At Pukekohe the blue eyes grew drowsy, their owner yawned, tucked her rug more firmly about her, and announced that she was going to sleep. But the effort was not successful, and finally had to be abandoned altogether. After this ensued a tremendous hunt. It started in the luggage rack arid finished up under our seat, from whence a somewhat dishevelled little girl emerged triumphant with the much-sought article. It was her knitting! , There was something exceedingly familiar about the small striped rquare, with its reds and blues and greens. I looked again very closely. No, there was no mistake. It was, beyond all possible doubt, a patch. "Blue Eyes" was regarding her handiwork doubtfully. "I know it looks rather funny," she explained apologetically. "It's a patch, you know, for Wendy's campaign. She really likes stripy ones—she said so. But I don't think she'll like this one much." "She'll love it," I told her, and I meant it very sincerely, for suddenly the little red-haired girl seemed symbolical of all my dear busy Sunbeams. I do not want to be praising you all the time, of course, girls, but when I read your nice friendly little notes—when I think of you so cheerfully and busily working for our campaign—l feel very proud of my Sunbeams. I am sure no one ever before had such loyal and faithful helpers. Space is filled! I am afraid I must stop at once, although I had heaps more news to tell y°u- All sorts of pleasant things seem to be happening in the ■ OLaJL^ Budget world these days. t \ * %^\^^^^ Work hard, dear girls. We are going to need all the help you can give us. *T_