"LAST NIGHT

Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 137, 6 December 1930, Page 20

"LAST NIGHT

Last night I felt rather .drowsy So I soon tumbled into my bed, And while I lay there nice and cosy Some queer things came into xaj, head. As I was walking down the rose garden a large rose bright with redveaught my eyes. All of a sudden a little fairy; peeped out of it and began to tell me the story of its life. It said that it had escaped from its real home "The Fairy Eing," and it told me not to tell tho other fairies or they would capture it. It told me to come closer, and it whispered in my ear, "Promisa and not tell. anyone that I am a traitor." It then bobbed down and hid in the red rose again. ; When I woko up in tho morning X found out that it wa3 only & dream. "LAUGHING WATER" (9)<; Kongotai. '

<ii'iiiiimiuimiiii<iH"Mii»iiiimiiiiiHiiiiiiiiuiiiinlliiliiilflra "FROM A FAIRY ROSE." "On Saturday I was picking roses—* such beauties —pink, red, and yellow. As I was just wondering if I would pick a wee pink bud or leave it to grow, it opened and out stepped * little elf dressed all in green, with * green pointed hat and dear little turn-up-at-the-toes green shoes. He lifted his little cap at sight of me and made me a beautiful bow." ■ GWEN DALLASTOISr (lS)u Plimmcrton. ... mninnniiiiiritmimitmnHtttlWMWlß,