LETTERS.

Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 65, 17 March 1928, Page 14

LETTERS.

Dear lairicl, —Is there one mushroom left for me? For three Saturday nights I have watched the frolics and fun from behind the- darkest pino tree.' I want to dance out into the silver moonlit Bing and join you. May I, Fairiel? -I have written a wee poem for the tiny Fairies. You have splendid fun, don't you? I am a Canadian'and havo been in New Zealand for eight months. : MELVA. Molva T.orrcnce, Wellington. Dear Fairiel, —It seems as if summer has gone for ever. I have noticed the littlo birds flying home, ever so early. Do you know, Fairiel, .we found two little kittens,, upon the roof of the fowlhouae; when they saw us, they scurried away under tho wood. Such pretty littlo things they were,, but very wild; one scratched my arm, and spat at me, and her manners wero not ladylike. Now mushroom time is here, what do you think of new clean scats for everyone? ■' . . ■ .. ALISON. ■ Alison Poolc. '■ Nola Stanley, Lovhi. Dear Fairiol, —This is about'the funniest week I have had. We went gathering blackberries, and I got more thorns than blackberries. • • • We arc having our house painted inside, and on Monday I was coming out of the bathroom when tbo door closed on my,' eel. Then I put my hand on the wall to keep my balance, and look at my heel, and I got a handful of wot paint.—Yours, SYDNEY. . Sydney Biggs, Normandale. .! P.S.—Tho Think Twico inaue mo think more than twice.