LETTERS

Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 82, 7 April 1928, Page 15

LETTERS

Deai- Fairiel, —It Js 11 wonderful day, all blue and gold—tho kind of day that makes you glad you arc alive, and young. . I am most dreadfully sorry you have been ill; it's so beautiful and wonderful out of doors that it seems terrible to be shut in even one day. . I am writing this letter while sitting on the back doorstep, and a wee mouse has been running about quite closo to me. He's just the darJingest little grey thing with starry bright, eyes. . There arc dozens of yellow-hammers on the fence, and quite a number of blackbirds and thrushes. .1 have just been doing my homework, and it doesn't seem nearly .so hard when it is done outdoors. Good-bye, Fairiel. There is a lark singing somewhere, and he is telling me that it is time to go tobed. —Your loving Fairy, FAY. Fay Elvin, Mastcrton. Dear JTairiel, —Do you think you can find a mushroom for me to sit on, please? I am ever so interested in all I read in "Tho Post." 1 am 12 years old, and I have fair hair, and eyes that are grey with a slight dash of blue. Do you know of any little, lonely fairy who would like to write to me? You, Fairiel, would surely know of a fairy who cannot run about and play

like us. If you do, will you please let mo know? —Lovo from .. MAVIS. Mavis Gunu, Miramar. ■ Dear Fairiel, —I am so . sorry you have been ill, and hope you will soon be quite strong again. I have been ill also, and .what do you think Mummy helped-ine" to make as I was getting better'? AYe took some coloured pictures from magazines, and with seccotine we stuck them on thin cardboard, and, then we cut them out (in fairly large pieces), and they have made such jolly picture puzzles. Perhaps you would tell all tho other fairies, as now tho winter evenings are coming they would like to make some. I also began, to get my Christmas presents ready, and made some bookmarks. I am sending you one- now, as I expect when you arc resting you like to read. I lovo the book called "Winnie, the Pooh." Mummy is reading it to me for tho third time, aud sometimes we pretpud wo go in tho forest and play. I am '800 and Mummy is lvanga, and Daddy is Christopher Eobin. Now I must close this to go out in the lovely sun. AVith love to all the other, fairos and special big XX for you.—Your loving Fairy, ■ MONICA. Monica Brown, Moiling. p.S,—l asked Mummy to write this letter for me.