OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 150, 29 June 1929, Page 18

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

4 * Marjorfe Gardiner, Lower Hurt.—They can be tho wonderful pets tr they know you ... but if they don't—well it is safer not to fondle them I know one, proud and beautiful wnlch goes .riding In Its master's car almost Enid Judd, Lower Hutt.—lt isn't at all easy to mako the bicycle behavo when you're learnhig. Whcu you want to go the rlgut way it will try to tumble you off Into the road to bo tcally naughty and perverse. It won't be long now before riding weather Is here again. "Bunny Hugh," Lower Hutt.—So I'm to help you to keep a secret . . .we'll have It all to ourselves. I rather enjoyed that day, too and mere must oe another one when I can get about again. "Merry Elf," Lower Hutt.—lsn't that just half the fun of having a garden of your own . to go out when the early spring things are dreaming of the kindly sun and cool winds and sky. and to find a violet or a daffodil which has wakened above ground? That will bo on happening now until this Uttle world of ours la carpeted with flowor beauty. "Polynesia," Karori.—When you have done with school work, Wellington will be more than over a "city set In a hill that cannot bo Ma. In her growing palna she is stretching arms and legs, too —In all directions . . . down to tho sea and up from the sea across the ridges. Who wouldn't want some winter days aud nignts when there was a warm whispering fire with a rug In front of It? Beverly Black, Karori.—Who could possibly not protend to bo asleep after tho lights were out ■ when you had .your chum to talk to? Mother . probably guessed, anyhow. "Donna Roma," Wellington.—For all thoro arc hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of you no ono is ever Quite forgotten, no matter how long you might stay away. Don't you think you could find a sweeter name than that for the pet? Daisy Bell, Ngaio.—And a dear Uttle first letter it is. Grauddad must have got through his work ever so quickly with you to help him. "Tom Thumb," Mornington.—Another busy young person who helps in the garden I That hedgehog might never have seen his friends again if you had left him there. Was ho asleep or only a little tired? "Bluebird," Brooklyn.—"Since before Christmas"—whero havo you been and what doing? "Mountain Breeze," Mornington.—lt doesn't hurt to soparato them like that. Truly, it is better for them . . . they grow bigger and stronger when flower time comes. The brown gold of the gorse and the dark green about it does mako a sweet winter picture c! tho hills. Deidre Scott, Te Horo.—Beaten and battered by tho storm, they must have fluttered into tho breakers to bo tossed on the beach—that big quaint bird and the tiny sea swallow. "Olivia," Petone.—l haven't read the story, but you have mado mo rather lovo Ginger with the red brown eyes, the mop of unruly curly red hair, and her own brave way of doing things. She deserved that fine lover of hers. Alice Phillips, Newlanas.—Tour freeslas must be very cosily bedded and favourito chtldren or the noonday sun to be blooming so early' Thank you for the riddles. "Po'Jy P? rro«" Wellington.-Little three-year-olds birthday party sounds as though the wee sister hafl tho happiest of times ... the "lot nt presents" would bo great fun for her. . . "Oberon," Hataital.—No; not too old, newcomer. The tiny pussywillow buds getting fatter, that gorgeous bumble beo swooping around, the deeper blue of the-BUy and the richer golden-ness of the sun . . . these surely are signs. Somehow I fancy Mistress Spring is hurrying to visit us ... perhaps because sho knows we want her so badly. Yes; verso of your very own. "Floradora," Newtown.—pon't you ■ Uko that piebald name I have given you better than the other? Come along In. . . . you'll and Us .tho merriest of fairy folk. Nola Cornish, H«wtown.—A lovely box of paints a game to piny when the table Is cleared and a wonderful cako .- . , why, that was a.birthday to remember, Vera Cornish, Newtown All tho silver nancr you can find Vera, please. I hope tho cold will soon bo better. Thuto irant, ■(?).—A jolly picnic at the beach shell-hunting with your dolls, and then a big flood which crept halfway up tho walls . . you will not easily.forgot that. Is mother back with you once more?' ' . "l?i°mß e?^ n GiS" .LoWer Hutt—A frightening . time for most of us. and sad days for all too mauy across tho Strait. But kind hearts are rushing to tho aid of those who were hurt most deeply. Thank you for tho story. Paula Hangar, Blenheim.*-Now that you have torn us so clearly and simply how to do It . . . there will be Piercttw) and Pierrots on many a dainty, dressing-table.