OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 96, 27 April 1929, Page 19

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

"Peter Pan," Wadestown.—Well, how am I to say "yes" when it won't be in time? Anyhow ".yes." . . and It sounds as though they just might bo beautiful when they do happen. "Brownie," • Silverstrcam.—Tell me the things you have to do and the things you can. It's fun trying new anything, don't you think? Joan Muncey, Ngaio—Good Joan, that's the best of all things you could be busy about I We U have to make a day and a place to bring them. "Tinker Boll," Northland.—Lore It. Would do it always only so, many people would be surprised. . . Who's Kiro? Sylvia Nankivell, Wellington.—But did it hurt? . : . rt sounds as though it easily might have. "Redfeather," Miramar.—lt's a long name for a truly nice book to have. . . Don't they know to get rid of miseries .like wet days? Merle Macßee, Lyall Bay.—That's very little news of you you bring, small one, Isn't it? Hazel Howard, Kaiwarra.—lt's, the biggest of pities that that should have happened, and where could it have been all that long inbetween time? My toes are quite happy still. "Pixie," Silverstream.—Yes, dear one, and no . . . which means "only if you'd like to." I haven't met a mushroom face to face ■ yet. Getting wet though's rather fun if there's an aunty and warm clothes waiting, isn't it? "Lady Rowena," Wellington.—lt's the right sort of tramp that ends in an adventure . . . which the train really was, eh? -And It's one I've done often, all but the Karori end of it. T think nearly three thousand at n guess. Trench and drawing and English were my favourites always. Only one side of the paper, Lady, please. "Snow Queon," Wellington.—"Peter Pan's" the nicest thing that's ever happened. But you know it .',' .or. how would your things have found me? , . "Tom Thumb.v Morninnton.—Young Nine-years, then you've done it. And we'll hear lots about Sally. and the Trolley and the creek. There's no end to the fun a garden Is with a creek of its very own, is there? "Mountain Breeze,"- Mornlngton.—But yes, of course, and the twin'brother, too. And what, besides the cat and'the white rabbit, is there i for. ■ him ?. la .the garden everybody's, or havo, you, patches of your own ? "Sunbeam," Wellington.—Lots as you say, and a,jolly explore, and a secret at the end . . . ■that's a right kind of letter! Do you think ■ they'd left the small boy to mind It ... ' smiling, there with his pet things? lona Mac Nee, Lyall Bay.—lt's little enough when we would love to hear your doings for this long while, lona mine. Irene Thornley, Lyall Bay.—Yes, but what made you think a story with such a far-away curiousness? Do you mind if one small thing is different and the name? "Goldilocks," Island Bay."—Will wo have to get our toadstools upholstered with moss for the winter, do you think? It would be warmer and lots less slippery. The strength of the wind Is a grand tiling to stand against though the cold stings one's eyes. Edward Boosie, Seatoun.—Ours were just comfy In the frying-pan. And the sand is white, and the water shallow, and warm, isn't it? Didn't the moth have any wheat? "The Farm Girl," Wellington.—Then's he's every bit yours which is much, much more thrilling. And lie's a dear, and I wish he'd look round at me. It's mine too on the very same day. "Winnie the Pooh," Roseneath.—They sound splendid, and I'm longing to see them . . . and shall I say "yes, if I'm in"? "Bunny Hugh," Lower Hutt.—Many happy days to the Wee Thing! It must bo fun to see them together, and hear the chatter that says so little but means so. milch. "Mrs. Ttttlemouso," Newtown.—So do I .... it got there by 'an accident" I'm very much afraid. ,Will it be kindergarten for him? That's fun. May must certainly be the lucky one, eh? "Pixie," Newtown.—lf I hadn't scon the joke . I'd be as ■ shocking as 8., wouldn't I? A happy thing to have one's very own garden, isn't It? ■ . /Allegro," Newtown.—Of course, it's still there . . . who ever wouldn't be when there is milk to fill out a small and skinny body! I iiave him, without travelling far . . here at my right hand piping pure enchantment! "Tiger Lily," Lower Hutt.—l wouldn't blame the magpies if they warned their world of Tiger, would you ? "Pink Rose," Lower Hutt.—But you must try soon. I have a small cousin who can make the delicloussest ones. It doesn't feel as old as that does it ? "Sunlight."—Of course . . . but that's not much to tell us, even for a first tlmo. "Biddy-bud," Roseneath.—Well then, you certainly should stick to us, eh? Brynhild Jenner, Kelburn.—Mother's was a good one, especially as the man was there, wasn't It? Burns hurt almost more than cuts, though just now I took the top off my knuckle and it's sore as anything. Vera Cornish, Wellington!— Eight-years, that's good. . .And I didn't even go till I was seven 1 Come often to our King . . just as often as you want to;