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Evening Post, Volume CXIX, Issue 88, 13 April 1935, Page 24

away.

The drawer labelled "Special's for Autumn Page" is steadily filling but there is still room for some good stories (from five hundred to one thousand words). They need not be fairy-tales, Pixie People. An Easter holiday adventure would make a good tale, an incident during a tramp in the country, or a bushland story. Who doesn't like reading about real; live people best of all . . . 'tho' we couldn't do without our fairy-folk altogether, which reminds me to tell you about the fairy-dancing rings I found early one morning last weekend, when I went hunting mushies. There they were, making lacy .patterns on the grass, big-rings,i little rings, and middle-sized rings inter-twined, and in the centre of all, a group of quaint, brown-spotted toadstools, where certainly the orchestra must have sat. Perhaps you saw them too!

FAIRIEL,

(Original.)

One -day a little girl was playing on the sand at the beach, and she fell fast asleep. Her name was Ngaere. She dreamt that she was a mermaid floating on the waves. All at once she saw a big fish coming towards her. She hopped on the fish's back and went away down under the waves. Ngaere was playing about with the Queen mermaid's ring when she lost it. The Queen was very angry when Ngaere told her she had lost it. She said, "Do not let me see you again till you find it." One day a little boy was fishing,, and he pulled up a fish, and in it was the ring. Ngaere was crying when the little boy saw her. He came over and said, "What is the matter?" Ngaere said, "I have lost the Queen's ring, and if I do not find it she does not want to see me again." The little boy said, "I. have it." He gave it to the mermaid. The mermaid gave it to the Queen\ and she was very pleased. She gave the boy a goldfish in return. It was at that moirient that Ngaere wakened to find it all a dream.

"LITTLE HUSHABYE" (11)