MY MERRY ELVES.
So our eighth birthday Jus come and gone and skipping after it went that very special holiday, the King's Birthday. The hills wore misty party frocks that day and trailed their flimsy cloaks saucily between Old Man Sunshine and the world, bnt out across the harbour or where the country fields unrolled their rich, green carpets there were no foggy veils . . . only the fairy gold of gorse and broom spreading sleepily in the warm sunshine around picnic places and paving the slopes where trains flash by. Peihaps you went tramping. "Little Gladness" and "Spider Brown" have discovered that grey skies and the keenest winds make walking "mostest" fun and their recipe for the making of a good holiday is stout shoes, well-shone and exercised, mixed lightly with the warmest woollies, unlimited energy, and flavoured with cheerfulness. And now we're off to the hospital, almost hidden beneath brown-paper packages and parcels. We'll tell you all about it and of the new little friends we've made, next week. Love to every one of you. FAJRIEL.
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Evening Post, Volume CXIX, Issue 134, 8 June 1935, Page 20
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