LETTERS.

Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 94, 3 November 1928, Page 15

LETTERS.

• Fairiel, dear, I have' a tree with flowen and birds around. it, and they do sing in the springtime. But, Fairiel, dear, it is not real; it is just pretending. And we do see the South Island all lit up in twilight. ' The gorse looks pretty now. It is i covered with yellow flowers, and when j the sun shines on it it looks like golden feathers. Fairiel, I'm so lonely up'here." "PETIT OISEAU. Khandallah. Dear Fairiel, —Isn't to-day a lovely day? I can see sparkling silver threads stretched across everywhere from where I am on the roof. The sky is. as blue as blue—l can't see a cloud, anywhere. The sun is beautifully, warm and the tall green piues just sway gently in the tiniest breeze. Everything looks so peaceful—the cattle grazing over at tho farm, the hills covered with gorse and broom, and a silver spider web suspended from the clothes lines, swaying ever so gently. I can hear the chirp of many crickets and birds. It is lovely up on this flat roof; it is in a corner and very sunny. Yesterday I brought up some cushions and lay in the sun. Love from . "PETER PAN." Wadestown. Dear Fairiel, —The buttercups and daisies are all coming out and the fruit trees, tool At night the moreporke : call to each other. They do make uuch a funny noise. You would love to be here in the evening and early morning. I liko it ever so much better than Brooklyn; there always seems something new ,to see. There are the lambs and the calves, and-magpies, and we have a dear old black hen sitting on some eggs* My baby sister still has her blue eyes and her big dimplo in her chin. My dimples are in my cheeks. It is bedtime now, Fairiel, so good eight.. Love from "CHRISTOPHER ROBIN." Horetaunga. tt Dear Fairiel, —Your page seems to get more interesting every Saturday. It has been an awful day. There was thunder and lightning. It was dreadful. But, of course, that' is not what I wanted to tell you. It was this: Well, you know that new road .that I told you about? Well, jußt up.a zig-zag leading off it, well, just at a corner of it there is tho most beautiful little pond, and there is a lovely tiny- waterfall and lovely pebbles at the bottom of it, and ferns growing above. It is.very clean, too, and my friend and I call it the secret of the pond, and every Saturday we go and pretend to explore in the thick, thick bushes surrounding jit, and sometimes wo play at being on [an uninhabited island, with all trees around us, and wo have not told anybody about" it yet. Love from "PUFF-BALLS." Wadestpwn.