OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 11, 14 July 1928, Page 15

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

klice Archor, Newtown.—That's just what wort love you to do, Alice ... and all the things you like to bring just make the jolllness jollier, so do. 'Scrlbuluj," Newtown.—o, but surely .. . how near is near enough? Yes, won't it be.scrummy!' Aay Johnston, Lyall Bay.—She must have happened not lone after you yourself did, small thing, did she? 'William," Lsvln.—Of course. But we' aro so many that only every very bluu moon do I have time to do that, William. 'Did you trace the lion and wolf and the cat on the chim-ney-pot? 'Just Mollie," Wanganui.—o, ever so glafi wove found you again . . . or was it you found us? Anyway, it was a happy accident . . . and lam the person you want me to be. 'Pat," twin.—That will be splendid . . . and if it's very clear it just may find its way into the King . . . that's if you wouldn't mind awfully? Thanks for lots of things, Pat. 'Sunbeam," Petone.—Sho sounds ever so beautiful and new. Sunbeam. Tell us more about the storm and the rescue. lorman Brookes, Thorndon.—What an adventure It all sounds. Norman . . . but not a. very comfy one, eh? I asked your dog about you, but lie didn't seem to know. 'Pat Marlowe," Newtown.—l do rather like what I see when I say it . . . it's one of the words that just happened right., I think. Is it fun playing mother to the we« niece? can Everard, Miramar.—Did you do it yourself, .every bit, Jean? Tell me, because I llko.it, and want to like it more. Robin Hood," Karorl.—The outside makes the inside cosy this weather, doesn't It? Poor old Gyp . •• . earache's not easy to cure. Did ho go crazy .with excitement when you came 'home?' \ Sunray," Martinborough.—You're not ; . . I don't believe it ... nobody's ugly unless they're horrid. Did he get warm and go back to his family? Goldilocks," Island Bay.—And Goldilocks you are. Have you adventures, as she did, to tell us? Joybell," Kalwarra.—But, Joybell, dear, "firstletter people" are. the ones who are quite, quite new . . . and you're a playmate we know well now; ay Elvin,'Maitorton.—Have you forgotten that you chose a name? And may I have your full address,- please, Fay ?. 'Forget-me-not," Mltehilltewn.—Well, then, I'll tell you this way ... I may have it. But what CAN it-be? Hurry, 'cause I'm curious. ' 'Bluebird ef Haipintu," Brooklyn.—l don't think I can quite remember, though I'm trying to. Bluebird ... I'm thinking hard. Being Ill's not so awfully horrid when there's a window like your 3 that looks over the wido world. {S it? oyeo Rogin. Miramar—Soup Is the thing, all right,, to. bring the fingers tingling back to life I Expect Thelds's proud as proud, is she ? flrtttl." Newtatrn.—What" about that ... .do you remember her, story about the crumbs and the birds v and the old witch woman ? I'll think about the chapters. ' . . 'hyllli BatM, Pttono.—l know those big rocks and they are good fun (a climb. Have you ever lain flat on the top and watched the white clouds racing over?

I "Tiger Tim," Khandallah.—o, ratlici: . . . I stud (ell us all thoro is to tell about that jolly liot, lucky one. "Pixie Puff," Wellington.—You've heard Iho whisper of it a'down the air, ray Tbcio Fitff, i nnd perhaps Rod Riding Hood lias told you ' liow tlio buds aro broakiug in the wood? Enid Simmlss, Silverstrcam. —I heard capping students slnf? that once with a great deal of noise, and It was a good song, too. "Bluebell," Miramar.—Not quito yet, but six columns" fools lots moro than flvcj don't you think? "Tinker Belj," ; Northland.—But who would .want to win a poisonous stick,' mysterious one .. -. ? It Sounds llko a witch's wand. Aro you under a spell-forever ami a day? Betty Slmmiss, Silverstream.—But surely . ■ . do they all come from Silverstream? Cats i and dogs . . . wouldn't it be awful if it truly did I "Silver Star," Newtown.—Sometimes ... If It's good . . . if there's room . . . 1 do. Why, to-day's all. golden! "Long Jim Silver," Island Bay.—lt is, It Is, I'vo seen It too . . .' only one has to bo tip-toeing and whispering 'cause Spring's so shy .. . 'Shi I think your name In jolly. Betty Birch, Khandallah.—She sounds, an altogether spoilt child, your Tricksy . . . but I expect she's quite worth spoiling. The white Is, of course, for summer? "The ElMtlc Ghott," KMburn.—Now, I have .to sco it too ... 'cause you've mado mo want to. But, truly, it sounds as thrilling as thrilling, and I must. Thank you for tlio cheering cheers, my Ghost. "Babbling Waters," K»lburn.—l did wondor . . . and wondered again . . .'and then gave it up. But you've had all sorts of businesses, and I haven't been where you thought I'd lie since hospital days and before. My love to you, lost one. ' Naomi Bircti, Khandallah.—Did she givo it away, then? ,o,iToo'tles should keep his victims to himself, surely 1 "Moonbeam," Karorl.—What a happy idea the mice! I'm going to rcmomber that . . . we might even have it in our King for party sweets, eh? The same's a goody, too. "Cturitry Maid," Belmont—Do you think he undctstaaas what he's being locked,up for? Wouldn't It be wiser to open the top of the window instead no that he just couldn't? Valeric Ward,'Evan* Bay.—How Interesting it must be to watch them, Valeric mine . . . and how dear of»them to share the work like that, don't you think so? "Mrs. Tlttlemouse," Newtown.—it sounds a rather uncomty ptlco to pay for cakes and party fun, though . . . did it hurt? The rest of it sounds as Jolly as anything. "Peter Pan," Wadeitown.—Yes, of course, I think the verso was yours, Peter Pan . . . I know how just sometimes tilings you've read or heard poke their heads up in your memory and try hard to get mixejl with the things that are your very own. It happens to everybody. Daddy's Idea, and jours, too, is just splendid 1 "Nonsuoh," Karorl.—Tour truly name, too, though, please, ,MIM Nonsuch. . , . what" a curious looking'word It makes I Nola Stanley, Levin.—Horrid fellow under.the -grain bin, . ,• . 'aren't tbelr teeth fierce and clever! "Snowball." Brooklyn.—lt sounds'ever so nico . . .but Easter js so far aiyayt Mayn't we now?