LETTERS.

Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 68, 29 September 1928, Page 15

LETTERS.

Bear Fairiel, —O, Fairiel, isn 't it lovely to go out ou the hills on a windy day! I was sick last week so this week I was told to get plenty of fresh air, and so I took to the hills at the back of our house. The hills overlook a swamp, and at evenings you can hear the frogs if you listen carefully. My pet eat, Jimmy, often comes with me, and I have another pet, too. Such a strange pet, Fairiel, a little brown cricket. He hops ou my finger whenever I sit dowu on the side of tho hills. Tho other day I was out ou the hills reading a book when a wee wild hare with brown ears and a littlo white tail ran past mcl They are wild out on tho hills around Miramar, but there are not so many now as there was once. '< ■ In the summer, Fairiel, there are wild forget-me-not, butter cups, and a wee starry blue flower (I don't know its name), besides sweeVsmelling clover that the honey-bee likes, growing in the swamp. . I do think its' heaven whore there is wild flowers, the music of the birds from the trees, and tho "wind woman," sighing and singing around you. Don't you, Fairiel?— Your Elf, ' "WEST WIND." Miramar. Dear Fairiel, —We went to the Zoo, and I had a ride on the elephant. It was lovely, too. The polar bear was swaying its head. "TINKER BELL." Northland. _ __T<^_ii-paz^sgC-0-gmc--^caaiiDa_