DEAR SMALL ONES.
It's very hard to believe my ears when Father Time happens along and says: "Another Easter, my clear another Easter ... Christmas was only yesterday, wasn't it? and MidWinter Day will be here to-morrow . . ." Arid then he twinkles " his merry old eyes at me and chuckles: "Oh, every year is the same to "me, Since I have to live to Eternity, And I'm a very old man, my dear, A really very old man. But you, with your fussily busy ways, What have you really done with your days (Answer me that if you can, my dear!) Since the new Little Year began?" But because he's afraid I might sLart to answer him—Time flies! And I'm left worse off than before. ... ' So, Easter, next week, and .although Time went 100 quickly for me to a special page ■ for you, still, there'll be Easlery stories, and a painting, I. hope ... Happiest days to you all. ' FAIRIEL.
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Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 74, 28 March 1931, Page 18
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