DEAR ONES:

Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 39, 15 February 1930, Page 18

DEAR ONES:

Last night, when the moon was sailing from Day's , Bay to Petone, and from Petone to the City, and I watching it, I did "millions" of thinking, as the children say. And one of the thoughts 1 thought was this*. That holidays are over, and all of you back again in your./ little, own niches, and some of you told me all about your gay doings, and some of you didn't. ... So I thought? If you all tell me a wee bit about those holiday times -.-. . . even if it's only one day that you had . ■; . even.if it's only a line . . . that we will have a special Ring, and call it Sea Page, or Holiday Page. . . . anything you like, so long as it is about my small elves. And we will have it-—let me see a fortnight from now, before the sunny days take the little chill of Autumn in the air. That will give you a whole clear week-and-a-bit to send your small things in. And if some of you have a story for our Sea Page, or maybe a verse or two, why, so much the better. It will be great fun to see how many different things you did, on beaches, or in rivers, or by the quiet little pools of the country. Don't you love the mice having their Saturday bath, and Father Mouse behind his paper? . . . I do! Merry times, Fairy Ring. And I'll meet you all in the Ring the week after next. ... \cm^ttrrK>nA^r-m