LETTERS

Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 73, 30 March 1929, Page 15

LETTERS

Dear Fairiel, —Br-r-r-r-h! How cold it is to-night! I fee! as if I were an iceberg, in spito of a cardigan and warm slippers. To think the cold March days have come. . . It is dreadful! 'I daresay this ends our bathing now, if it keeps on. But still it's not so bad in the middle of winter, for you can settle down comfortably in front of a blazing fire, but 1 don't like the "hair-pie" winter when it's neither cold enough for a fire nor warm enough for a game outside, so you have to sit in a gloomy : corner, solving a problem whether it's warm or cold. But let's talk about, something pleasanter than the weather. . ■ ■ I have been rummaging, round for old picture books, as you said . you wanted, but I have met with no success as yet. , . , Do we make the books ourselves, may I ask? 0 dear, I think I'll get under the blankets soon out of the \ cold, so I hope you won't object to such a short letter this time, Fairiol.—Love from ■:■,•■ "GOLDILOCKS." Island Bay. . Dear Fairiel.—lt's no use. I can't keep my name a secret.' Tin sure that someone: told my brother, because he knows it. So, you can tell my lucky adventure if you want to! 1 have made one scrap book. It isn't very big, and I have called it "The Boys' Book of Ships." Shall I send it to you now, or, shall 1 wait until I've made some others? I don't know whether "Young Cymbelino" is a book to love. I haven't had time to read it yet. 1 have boon so busy. t Aren't we lucky? We are going to have swimming as a school -lesson. Is Mr. Printer getting very impatient now, that we have to send our letters by midday on Mondays? The other night I was looking through some old papers, and I came across one in which you wrote something like this: "Here where I write to you a terrible thing is happening. . . the great

Bear Fairicl. —On Sunday afternoon my friend and I went for a walk down to the rocks. The sect was very rough, and by the way it dashed into the rocks it seemed as if it would like to go right up to the sandhills. We found many pretty pieces of pawa shells, and wo wero quite surprised at the number of mussels on the rocks. We went up io the sandhills, and I forgot all about my shoes, which I had left on the beach. When we were near the point, I suddenly remembered them, and we wont most of the way back.' We found them, however, and I thought myself very lucky that they had not been washed away by the scu. When we were coming home we saw a hermit crab. It had a green, back, with goldy coloured spikes all over it. After wo had left the crab, we came upon some' little lakes, which the tide had left. We had great fun naming them after lakes we had learned at school. ' Yours sincerely, "FLOWER FAIRY." Dear Fairiol, —Here 1 am. It seems ages since my last le"tter. We went to the Sounds for our holidays, and had an enjoyable though very quiet time. We were completely land-locked, and there wore only the two houses in the bay. There was nothing much to do besides fishing. I caught several fish, and the men caught two sharks. We went for two launch picnics, and gcing through the French Pass it was lovely. There wero lines of breakers all going different ways, and whirlpools everywhere. Once I thought we wore going right into the lighthouse, but just at the last we swerved away. I took some photos, but they were not any good. I was so disappointed. My little birds had two babies. Snch pets! They are, now seven weeks old. Another family is due on Tuesday. Wo went to the Seatoun Beach one Saturday and had the most gorgeous bathe iv the breakers. We had a lovely "pienicky" lunch,- too —hard-boiled eggs and salad and heaps of fruit and