OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 99, 28 April 1928, Page 14

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Barbara Gray, Miramar.—lt's late in the year for butterflies, little one .*. . .thoso two must hare decided to stay forever, -or perhaps they had come with a special message to the flower? Of course, lots of us would like to wrlto to you and be your special i friend . . . we'll have to have a place for addresses. What shall we call it? Juno sounds as beautiful as her name. '.•.'.■: Joan Batten, Roseneath.—We were beginning to wonder, Joan . . . and when I saw Peggoty the other day I wondered all to myself all over again! You've saved your news so very carefully that in the end you tell us scarcely anthlng! But half a mile's a good swim . . . how long have you been able to? Couldn't you, p'raps tell us a Book to. Love next time? , "Lonoshanks," Newtown.—Who started the . club? It sounds truly, jolly . . . and "Scribulus's" good idea is very good indeed I What do you do . . . and how many are you . . . and, O lots of things we want to know. It's the right time for tramps with bed at tho cod of them, isn't it? . . . little swinging breezes round every corner. "Fairier" is the right way, but sometimes Mr. Printer seems to like it tho other. Phyllis and Dorothy Ibell, Miramar.—That's . over the hill < . . and over the top the sea comes suddenly. I know it '.. '. . and it's a good walk. I expect' the chocolate box was grimy enough to warn you of the trick anyhow. Did the boys look awfully disappointed or pretend they hadn't done it? Wouldn't It bo jollier to write a letter each and have answers of your own? Jamea Crocket, Levin.—This on the very last day of a week, James, when everything else had gone . , . that's why his answer didn't happen. Did you wonder? All your wheel things started sums in my head to find how many altogether ; . . do you know? I nearly counted the rabbit! Glad the egg happened right ... was it for mother's breakfast? Marjoria Doddinoton, Porirua.—What kind of puppy is lie, Marjorle . . .-. besides" being as wee as that ? Skinny or ruffly or just nothing much yet? Good writing for a small one. And you've made the fairy part of the picture very gay.'. Mollie M'Kenzie, Wollinston.—What, did you do at the bay. . . did the small sister -go too, and did you find lots of other small people to play with? Not so many as tho mid-' summer brings T expect ? "Red -Eagle," Kilbifnle.—lt was there,; Betty . ■ ■. .' you'll have to look.harder nest time. '' It was; still .called '"The .Mysterious Something," .so that you'd -ail know I Katherlno Mason wa.s tho first of all. 0 bread belongs to the wee bird 'who can hold It oiico he's managed to got it , . .. . > and they don't always play fairl; ' .• " . ■ "SMvergleam," , Masttrtori.—Alright./'Twlnklotocs," if you like it better "SHver'gleam" you may be- . . . but we must try to decido definitely or I shall bo getting, into a tremendous muddle. Doesn't a woo bit of; love and good treatment mako a difference to out pet things 1 . Dick Oanitll, Mxsterton.—Three fat silver balls have found their way to mo . . . and they say it's whole ages sinco they left a small person in Masterton 1 But I explained to them that if they'd kept on rolling till they'd come tn the hospital they'd have found me. Instead of that they just sat down in a room where nobody was and said nothing 1 Marie M'Crae, Ngaio.—The dear wee follow could scarcely believe In such kindness as a wholo saucer of milk to himself, I suppose. It's » funny bit of a head ho has, stubbier than a rat and shaped a bit liko a wild pig, don't you think so ? Betty Urquhart, Northland.—Yes, dear one, the sliver paper went to mako the bundle a . bigger bundlo still .. . you know why we save It, dou't you? The grey warbler's song is a gentler ono than tho blackbird's, isn't It? But I lovo the way tho blackbird means It ... . every notol . Peggy Devenlsh, Lower Holt.—Yes, I truly will, those photos of Tim , . . but It's- so hopcloss to try to explain to someone qulto else where things are. That's.iVHy, Peggy. I'll have to .think about the canary . . . it's tremendously dear of you to suggest It. It. docs sound as though there's a prlzo awaiting tho new pup In the show. Joyce Olnnlson, Brooklyn,—Thank you for the story, Joyce. What about ii "Book to' Love" too some- time soon? Tho poem doesn't seem to..hnro como . . . which Is a pity because Versomakers are being a bit lazy. .Silma Knight, Wadtitown.—Joan's magic must be good fun, Sllma . . . and Joan a good playmate I think , . . what's fairy loffco tnsto llkol Valeria Ward, Evans Bay.—Some boys think of awfully horrid ways or having fun ... but I don't think they know they're horrid. They just don't think hard enough to know it would bo awful to bo crushed by stones . . . even If ono woro a crib. "Petal," Khandallah.—They won't #bo easy things to pack, will they, "Petal"? They must hnro been i very special toadstools for somo very special party . . . and- eight Indies Is awfully tall for fairy things, Isn't It? ■ Evelyn Thomson, Petone.—A holiday as full of pet things as that goes on being lovely . . . lovely to remember for nges . . . doesn't It, llvclj'ii? There wouldn't bo n dull minute In any day nt all! Clara Keating. Miramar.—Why, of course, there's always ono more tliun wo aro using . . . that's the mauls of it, you know I Hut nuywny "Petal" lins'.juat discovered somo new special ones, little Seven Years. "Peter Pan," Wadeitown.—Now, what Is going to happen to all the people who want to he "Peter Pan"? I? You'll have to sort yourselves out ... or rather I will! P'raps tho fairies listened to every word and liked it so well that they acted It that very night In their vory own King I Tho verse Is a very sweet ono, my Petcr-Pan-Wadcstown. "Peter Pan," Wellington,—l think my "before breakfast" letter would be pretty brief too, "I'etcr" . . . but all tho samo we'd like a wco bit more news than that, so what about writing a nice comfy "nfter supper" one? Or would that bo sleepy? "Dewdrop," Levin.—Do, "Dcwdrop" ... wo want to know you . . . und more about Hetty and tho sister and tho Teddy who won't talk. Do you supposo he can .. . porhnps at midnight? Will you give the Illng's love to tho little person In hospital and tell her to get hotter just as soon as ever she can maimgo It ? "Kalre.V Lower Hutt.—ls that wlmt happened ... to toll you a secret. I was imzzlo-J 'myself. It's rather an awful'thing to luiipen and I don't know nulto how It did. But I want to mention the "Uuusuallty!" That's rather a scrumptious word, but scarcely a Irene Thornley. Lyall Bay.—l do liko It .. . lots. Tint Trcno, "It's the last of n Very tut, waiting pllo .. , .tin you nccf All (lie same It will find it's wily In as .presently as nusslblc. Plonsc. will lh.it doV Jean Sinclair, Johnsonville.—No . . I wouldn't liko it cither. It would ha good to have the big Hit "inushlcs" but awrnl to have llio damn dark places I It's the fresh earlymorning pitliorlng of them Hint, makes them sco so good, don't you think so? Dorothy Williamson, Pnlmerston North White iiud gold roses . ■ . . what lovelier things could you nlTcr? Tho Anzm1 dowers were vory wonderful hero too. Dorothy ... of every colour and .lovollness thcro is ... and leaves of gold and bronzo and silver. FIRST-LETTER PEOPLE. "Longslianks," Newfpwii. , Littua Knight, ' Wadestown. Clara Keating, Miramar; Silvia Knight, Wadestown: Mollic 'M'Kenzie, Wellington; "jJeivdrop," Levin; Ireno Thornley, Lyall Bay.