ELVES O' MINE:
1 am afraid—very much afraid—that Old Daddy Winter was pecking over my shoulder last Saturday when I wrote to you. "What? What's this?"he snorted. "I haven't arrived yet, haven't I? We'll see about that, we will!" And he straight away called up Jack Frost and the Frost Fairies, and all ,the week they have just been showing us ... • ■ Diamond-clear mornings and black-as-sable nights—but nights with a witchery of white-stars flung into them, every one gleaming as a little pcoi of ice gleams under the.moon. . .'. And all the jewels in the Queen of England's crown could not rival for shining the leaves in the early, early mornings, and the frosted twigs, and the grass. . . The little Autumn Fiiry left in a hurry last Monday morning, and she won't be ba.ck again ever this year .So we will greet Winter next Saturday, Dear Ones, with the black and while pictures he loves, and the cold stories, and with all the fun of Winter. Best of limes to you, Elves, in your winter coats and gloves and scarves .... until next week. vf^.
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Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 150, 28 June 1930, Page 20
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