OUR RING TO-NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 120, 16 November 1929, Page 22

OUR RING TO-NIGHT

"Dana,'.! L^wer Hutt.—And did you sl»g them fjiilte alone, small one?' You .need to screw up courage in your handkerchief and keep a tight hold upon it, tinies like that; ■ Kathleen Shadlock, Lower Hutt.—But they were far, far, far ::too late, darling. .""".. So good, too. . . . A much earlier mail next time.. ."' .' '. ' .' Doris Goodwin.' Wellinoton.—But of course . . . we shall love to have" you. . ". And do j-ouw'ait-at tfibgate? . . . ami are you so young 'and 'eager? . „ " I think I sriall stearthe Post Boy's job just to happen on you. . "White Moase," Lower Hutt.—What a tiny shy ' little nofe. . /.'. exactly.- l|ke.;vour own name, timid one. It was a"ln\bst too'fright- ■ ened to come yutofjts.pwn envelope!Edward Boosje., Seatpiin.-r-Was it a birthday* which niiido those?so unusual two happening's? ... or "did you suddenly' find Hiddeu . treasure? And how .abbuf the 'pbs'tie', Edward? I know lie Is "going to call upon you . . . he told' me sa' ■'■'-'■ : ' '■'.';. "." '■Willqw-wal,'! LbWfr, Hutt.—Anderson and Grimm. .. . . Aren't they wonderful?: To dwell in a land of giants and princes . .' and then to flii'd them changing* into school '. exams, and inspectors! Dreadful, isn't it? Kathleen Reldy; City.-r-Dear one, we have a whole ping o'. Roses .'7: Irish ones, -,a^d pink' ones,, and even' prim ones'! But Desert Dust-::. . golden and changeful, and unexpected . , ."would you like that Instead, do you think? " ' "Kevin Cromnton,' Karori.—Eynrybody large in the whole world cpines ■ and sits in front . qf.ypu at tl* picturesy don't'they? Especially if you. happen to be rather "smajl, and . the. picture rathe'? .fipod .'.";.' 'I' Unow it. •. . . .•■ Large wide' persons' have done it to me 1 .'"''" ' . • • 'iLily of thg VaUey," H«raltai.-rWliat made you . think pf ; the Shepher'SesiS,. iiearness ? It was . a precious" .thought,;" and tlia words almost fitted . ..• . : didn't they? Thoughts aro.just-Uhe hardest things to dress, BometimeS:;. '■ ?tuch. worse thajj baliy sisters I .<•

"Fajry Dgwn," Khapnla|jah.—Tjia Fairy Rins just sings a welcome" to jjfiveuiycar-'olfjs', small . Jean. . . . I'm sure" there' "is a rhj-'mo there somewhere, but I can't quite find it.' It must bo hidin(! untieriicath J'pur'mushr'oqra.l "Kewpie," Levin.—lsn't it splendid to live iii to-day? . . . isn't itf ""■'A"dancing, laughing to-day, with open flriwets, and the nests of birds V What doas If mattpV if rain comes to-morrow—what.'dqis it?" "-.•"■"' ' ' " "Sunset.''—But Bobs is/such a very difficult gentleman . . . just, for a Beginning,' sunset child. . Horses have 'such. ■ ppbbly leg 3 . . . ana such unexpected corners ou their heads, and baclis. •."'.'."'lsn't- the'money bank a greedy giant? ' . '•••■-. ; ''Wendy,l' Wellington.—Oh, Wendy, Wendy! , : . ." pU didmt the jibcies take -auy. bettor care of jt -tliau that? The frame, too? I sliiill be deaolated for", days ."';:" . jjiit'you won't, clnldie.'"'."■■ .". Oh, - young,-" young green . . . and flanuhg' scarlet—and the sea's colour in the hot''days. "Mountain ''Brttw/r jMornlnoton.—Poor . . . poor bird! Dq you thinlc Std November had anything to do, with t« it niustliave felt like a rudderless ship,' or'» lost child ... a desolate, bewilderfeil feeling. ••Tom Tljumb,1' Morninjton.—And aren't they funny, those, little old men animals," with their wise .faces and their touchy bristles'? Arid did you put your finger on his little, cold wet .nose? ' -' ...... "Bunny Huoh." Low»r Hurt—l was terribly relieved about the small black" objept . .. . it looked §0 like .a' warning -or the Black 'Pn!\ d,? tenii? c ■' •"• • "reaMy- But some "Did You Knows?" They would be truly Splendid, for "the little unfilled corners. "Twin(t|a Toes," Lg*er. «utt.—j just meant that tliere is one already. Slip out in the stillness, wee one, and disobver a little new name .; . . ■-. just born. . . . one as dancing and fun t of,;deafness"a3 the last. ''Sunse^ Mist, "Lower Hutt.-i-Why, childie. Was it your v yery own. Because we" like' it, terribly. .. . You may b» able to play, too, some day, wistful 'one;" but it will mean liours of work first to be worth while