DEAR EVERYONE,

Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 132, 6 June 1931, Page 18

DEAR EVERYONE,

Just five of us—we all went up to the Hospital with the precious books. And we were disappointed, because the naughty "grownups" stole our Fairiel, and she couldn't come! 0! but it was such fun—if I could have had three wishes 1 would have wished them all into one BIG one—that every little elf who made a scrapbook could have been there. But that was impossible; for although we're all elves of the Fairy Ring, we aren't of the tiny fairy tribe. So we "tippy-toed" along the corridors and then we peeped into a big blue room. 0! such lots of little sick' ones there were, and we went in and gave our books away. We left happiest faces behind, all buried in big books arid little books, but most important, everyone had a book! And we came back through the sunlit grounds to the City, happy in our hearts that we had given such joy to others ... for they loved the scrapbooks, the bigger ones, and the little ones loved the cuddly woolly balls. POLLYANNA. P.S.—lt's quite true / was stolen away I But Pollyanna has told you all about it, and I'm just sending a breath o' love in the postscript. . . . But Pollyanna says that there were many liny sick ones, and there weren't enough big, soft, ivoolly cuddly balls! There were just two, from Purple Pansy and little Crimson Rose. So . . . save your bright scraps of wool for next year, all my dear ones. • FAIRIEL.