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"Laaslo," Kelburn. —So many treasures to see in a short space. One would need Kirn's ail-rememberlng mlnd.« And the telephone call from a near mushroom to a for one was a grand surprise. "Pollyaiina," City.—The only water-sprile of the three? You should have a star place in Sea Page ... or, as "Letterbox Klf" says, "Perhaps It should be: a starfish place I" "Little Gladness," Karorl.—Ever so lone Blncf we met . . . and pixies spring up like the mushrooms they rest upon., Leo ,the Lion sends greetings 1 "Nabob," Brooklyn.—lt Is fun! We played It at "Lassie's" party. Which animal did you make? "Kitty 8.." City.—You must be very proud of small brother. Perhaps he'll be a swimming champion one day. Can you dive, too? "Wings," City.—That was a newsy letter, "Wings." Are you a new member or have you changed your pen-name? I cannot find it In the roll. "La Taupe," Mlramar. —Please send your name and address to the Ring. Your prize is waiting to be posted. "Swastika," Karorl.—That tissue-papered packet appeared on my desk in the middle of Wednesday, Printer's hustle-and-bustle day; and, of course, that was too late. It came falry-wlse. I wonder when. We must have it next Saturday. "Rambling Ron," City.—"Letterbox Elf" whs delighted when 1 told him about your cycling holiday. He'd love to ride a bicycle, but there's no room In the Ring. "Black Spldar," Miramar.—See If you can make up a^ story yourself, Bob. Your last attempt was very much better. "John Charles," City.—l tried that puzzle, laddie, but 1 couldn't guess it, 'cos "Letterbox Elf" hid my thinking cap. "What Is the answer? "Brownie Helpful," Newtown.—Truly living up to your name, gipsy-one. We're longing to hear of holiday adventures . . . and one of a lost fairy. Do you know her? "Swastika," Karorl.—A parcel of party, wasn't it? ' We missed you ever so, but found a picture of trees and flowers to remember you by.

"Yum Yum," Ngalo.— You will be interested In stories of music,' written for the King by "Ludenne." "Connl* D.," City.—You may begin scrapbool:making as soon as you wish, pixie. The Ring's birthday happens in May, and then we visit the hospital again. "Max D.," City.—A grand sight that harbnur race must have been. Did you learn "the ropes" yourself? "Nancy J.," Eastbourne. —So much you mean to do in 1938 . . . there will not be many spare minutes when needles are clicking briskly. Please tell us about your work sometimes. "Laughing Wator," Petone.—Quite the wron* moment for your mascot to begin to chase, wasn't it? Perhaps you will catch him in a snapshot another time. Head "Pleaso" today. "Tlppetty Toes," Brooklyn.—Good work,'"Tippetty." I think you must have found the Idea in an American magazine, for there are several points of the story that bring to mind our friends in the States. Did you? kc>w<c>oo<c>co<^>w<c>w<c>oo<: SEASONS. (Original.) 0 grey and tender Is the rain, Pitter pat I on the roof and pane ; Sweet and gentle is the breeze, Whistling softly through the trees. x Great and forceful is the gale, Venting forth a long, low wail; The Lady Moon so silver bright, Salh calmly through the fine spring night. And now Sweet Summer softly strays, Through the lanes and along the ways. Softly stepping, pale, and wan Autumn whispers "Summer's gone I" "RAPUNZEL" Fellding. * * -fr A FAIRY'S SONG. (Original.) Hush, hush, do not make a noise! Mortals are asleep, and girls and boys, One little stir, and then, dear mci • You will waken a little sonny. The girls will clap their hands with glee If they get a peep at me. .So .away we must go to Fairyland With bright wings glittering, hand in hand. "MISCHIEVOUS" (12). Gltj. ■•■•■# # * WIND AT THE BAY. The hard sea-wind roams through the restless pines, Sighing'and sooming, ■ Where slow waves come in long, white-hooded lines, . ~ Breaking and booming. Wind like a ghost, crying forgotten tunes; Shifting and shifting, Ever the light sands of the dreary dunes; Endlessly drifting Aimlessly on, mourning the ancient sights Time, has defeated, The dancing dark forms' and the strange wild rites Never repeated, Warriors fled, never and never again Foe shall assail you, But while the, waves roll and the dunes remain Sea-winds bewail you. GIXA BALLAKTYXE (18).