LETTERS.

Evening Post, Volume CIV, Issue 104, 29 October 1927, Page 14

LETTERS.

Dear Fairiel, — It was too cold for me to go to school to-day, so I am writing to you. I do love to read your paper. Mummy helps me to read it on Sunday morning. I saw a dear wee baby calf this morning, the farmer carried it in out of the wind and rain. The poor mother cow did try to go with them, but the farmer's wife chased it up the hill again. I did feel so sorry for it. I have a dear little bird in a cage, waiting for its wing to grow, so it can fly again. Some cruel person cut its wing and tied cotton on its feet and let it go in the street, where my sister found it trying to run away from a big black eat.—Best love from BOBBIE. Bobbie Wilkie, Brooklyn. Dear Fairiel, Last Thursday our headmaster took us up "Crow's Nest" at Ngaio. We went up there to see the pressure of the air at the top oi: a high hill, and at the summit it was 29.0, and down at Thorndon Station it was 30.4, so you can see the difference. We had our lunch under the bush, which is at the bottom of the hill, and enjoyed it very much. When we reached the summit we were blown against a fence, and some girls were blown on to some rocks which were sticking out of the grass, but fortunately they only bruised their legs. Love j'rom ESMA. Esma Jacobson, Wadestown. Dearest Fairiel, Wasn't it a blowy holiday and so cold! "When I awoke en Monday all the surrounding ranges were sprinkled with soft white snow. It was so lovely. I just stood and thought how beautiful it would be to watch the sunlight gild it over with tiny spangles of gold, and then, whilst if was beautifying, slowly and stealthily destroy it. Then the snow's tears would rush down the face of the ranges and join the happy streams and waterfalls that lead to the deep, mysterious ocean. Fairiel, I have a garden all my own, and everything is growing wonderfully well. ,At first I thought my beans were not coming up, but I looked early one morning aud lo! there stood three rows of beans, just like a tiny army. Fairiel, dear, before I go I want to tell you I think the Ring is the comiiest place in the whole world.—Yours, KATHERINE. Katherine Mason, Wellington.