SUSAN'S UMBRELLA

Evening Post, Volume CXXVII, Issue 88, 15 April 1939, Page 25

SUSAN'S UMBRELLA

POPLARS. Poplar trees are lovely ladies In grey-green silk. Now, as the south wind whispers Graceful complimenps to them, they turn their heads aside coquettishly And curtsy with a sweeping grace, Their taffeta dresses rustling softly They bow. . Mildred Nickerson. A WIMPLE '- ■'" - ,■"■' ."♦! iii--~;.; ■■■- .A wimple is an antique outdoor covering for the neck, chin, and sides of .the face, of silk or linen, worn by women in Anglo-Saxon and Norman days; it is still retained as a conventual dress for nuns in some places. It was bound on the head by wealthy women by a jewelled fillet. ♦* ' ♦ A DOLL BRfDE For Easter I received four eggs. I liked Dad's best. He gave me a big silvery egg with a little doll on top dressed in pink as a'bride." "SONGBIRD" (13): Petone. . "PAX-TING" ■ _■. ' ' ;—♦ '..' ii i. *' ' The Girl. Guide World Camp which will take place in Hungary in 1939 is to be called "Fax : ting r " Pax, meaning Peace, embodies the aim of the .World Association; it also forms part of the name chosen by the Chief Scout and Chief Guide for their English home, Pax Hill. They have also incorporated the word into the name of their new home in Africa —Paxtu. And. what about "ting"? Ting is a northern word for a gathering; and the most ancient Parliament in Europe ■. —that of Iceland is always called the Ting. So Pax-ting actually means Parliament of Peace.

(A Story for Small Ones.) Susan was going down to the village to buy a book of stamps. "You'd better take an umbrella," said her mother. "I think it is going to rain." "Oh, I don't think so, Mummy," said

Susan; "and anyway I haven't got an umbrella.""

"Yes, you have," answered her .mother. "There's the one Aunt Ethel gave you for, your birthday." Susan made a face. "But it's too' big," she grumbled.. "I don't like big ones. If I had > dear little umbrella like May's I wouldn't mind. Yd always take it. But I hate big ones." May' was. the oldest, girl in Susan's class, and Susan thought everything May had and did. was perfect. ,:

"Oh, run along with you," laughed Mummy. "A big one keeps you much drier/

So Susan had to go oft* with Aunt Ethel's umbrella, dragging it along behind her as if it were a terrible weight!

It didn't rain as she was going to j the post office, but just as she was coming out it came down in great big j splashes. • Susan put up her umbrella and the rain pattered on to it like hail. She was passing the last shop in the village when she heard someone calling her name. She looked up, and saw May sheltering in the doorway. "Hullo, Sue!" called May. 'Could I share your umbrella?" "Oh, yes," cried Susan gladly. "Come on, May* there's, plenty of room!" And the two little girls, arm in arm, splashed along laughing and chatter- ' ing. "What a topping big umbrella yours is!" said Mary; "it keeps us as dry as if we wer« in a tent" "It's one Aunt Ethel sent me for my

Mrthdaty/' said Sue1, "Bat I don't like it very much, I wish I had a little one.like yours."

"Well, it looks nice, but it isn't much good," said Mary. "It's not big enough. It often sends the rain down my neck, it's so small."

And for the first time Susan began to think it might be better to have a grown-up umbrella after all!

. , FAIRY VOICES. Do you ever listen To the singing water? .... It tumbles through the bush And plays a lovely s&ng On its bed of shining stonisi. , When the rocks,are big, ~- ! Then the song is deep. When the rocks are little ■:■.:.•.■ :; . Then the song is like fairy voices.] Eleanor A11e%4 ;' BUSY NEEDLES -■ _ —♦— : —_' •" "1 am making nearly all birthday ahd : Christmas, presents. lam a keen knitter and I feel lost without my knitting. lam knitting a bafoyfs hug-me-tight. lam going to knit my little cousin a bed-jacket, then I am going tv knit a tea-cosy and another hug-me- : tight"- :■••■■■•- "FAIRY STARDUST" (i3>. Berhampore. • • ♦■»■. DRESS SUIT? "I have one.--pussy. He is" nearly ten years old and all black except for a little white shirt-^ront and white boots and sox. His nose and mouth just look as if they feave been, dipped iri the flour bag!" v " ; "SONGBIRD'^ (13). Petone. ■ ■• ■ ■'...*. : : * MONARCH BUTTERFLIES !■ . ; ————»■'. *;. v,'" I "While I was iri Auckland I saw the 'Monarch' butterflies, and how they ! came to be butterflies. First r of all th.c little eggs are no bigger- than a pin's : head, then they grow into caterpillars' and next go into a long brown and I .orange case; Last o£ all. they are in j green, lantern-shaped cases with a ring of small gold spots and when they leave these cases they are butterflies*" 1 "BkINKY BJLIU' 1 City. . ' ■