LETTERS.

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

LETTERS.

Dear Fairicl,—l haven't much to tell you this week, as I told all the news last week. My sister Laura is so lovely, Faiiiel, and. so is Connie. Our grandfather's name is Charlie, so Harold introduces himself as Charlie and our aunties has to call him dad. We have to call him grandad, but he is sick of that, so wo have to call him Charlie; but ho sick of that, so we have to call I him uncle. Just now Comrie saw a piece of soap on the floor, and she said to Enid, "Did you do this? Now, tell me the truth, and I won't 'mack (smack) you." So Enid said, "Yes, I did it," and Connie said "Well, I vill (will) tell on you." BETTY SIMMISS. Silvorstream. . ' , Dear Pariel, —It is very misty out here. I hope the weather does not continue. There is only ono bulb out in our garden, but it is a very beautiful one. The roots' of the trees are visiblo in our creek; they are so numerous that they cover the bottom. As very few native trees shed their leaves in winter, the bush is nearly the same the yeas through. The train stopped "six times this afternoon when we were coming home from cooking. NAOMI BIRCH. Khandallah. DcarFairioJ, —I am sorry I could not write to you for the last two Saturday's "Post."- I have been in bed with "flu" and tho mumps. It was and still is awful. I am not quite better yet, but I am looking forward to being able to bo up in two or. three days. I love these cold frosty mornings. I like to hoar the foghorns from tho boats going down the harbour, don't you Fairiel? ' When I hear Auntie Dot on the wireless I always think of you, Fairiel dear. You seem so much like her. Does she speak like you; or perhaps' you have not met her? I'm sorry. I do hope you will excuse my writing, but yon see T am writing this in . bed—a horrid place when you have to stop there for weeks and weeks, isn't it? "MICK." Wellington. *