THE SALAD
When Mother said, "What shall we have for dinner to-day?" they all came running from the garden—the little Green Folk—shouting, "A salad!" Curly Cucumber, and Leo Lettuce, Spring Onion, and Tommy Tomato. . - . Dismal Desmond saw them all, and drew them with the dressing-bottle and the bowl.
"Elf Magic," Newtown.—Next week will do. "King Cole," City.—Tho verso Isn't Quito right. . . . I'm wondering how It ends. but tho rlddle-in-rhyme Is splendid. "Birthday Child," Brooklyn—l'll surely put it "Shining Cloud," Tangowahine.—Small elf, in. pixie Watch for it soon. Tony has written to you, plxio. "Periwinkle," City.—Surely, dear heart. Toby "Crimson Roso," Soatoun.—Maybo you'll have and Tippy sound the nicost things. seven caudles next birthday, sweetness. 'Sweetpea," City.—Such wide-open eyes you 'Dismal Desmond." City.—lt was just In time havei You see as the fairies see. . . . and when will the poetry come? ■ "Lolikins," Miramar.—Some fairies are too "Anonymous," City.—That's so much better. busy to stop to grow wings, darling. when they're all !n one country.
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Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 132, 6 June 1931, Page 18
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162THE SALAD Evening Post, Volume CXI, Issue 132, 6 June 1931, Page 18
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