Crossword Puzzle No.24

Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 7269, 23 September 1933, Page 11

Crossword Puzzle N 0.24

ACEOSS 1. Favourite feminine fancy frill; 4. Baby says good-bye; 8, A show of pride; 9. Helps you to keep on the straight line; 10. This vehicle slides well; 12, The policeman's territory; 13. Alter xiiv lirst letter and I’m a precious stone; 15. Immediately; 20. Bands or straps; 23. Summer refreshments; 27. Fat strictly to instructions; 28. A wanderer; 29. Charge; 30. Go through and examine* 31. Very minute organ- ' '<

DOWN 1. First in order, but not otherwise; 2. Never felt well ;3. All hands and the cook; 4. A wash basin; 5. These are drinks, not pains; 6. Also a drink; 7. Skillful studies; 31'. As I am—a lair reversed —a boy’s name; 1-1. A. dull, sluggish person; 16. Say ‘‘l 'Will', or if Scotch, just “I'll”; 17. Take the wheel; 18. An underground workplace; 19. Only half; 21. From birth to death; 22. Bold back; 24. A species of fish; 26.

M'akino. Dear Hub,—Hero I am again, back at school after two weeks at home with a bad cold, which is very hard to get rid of. It is the worst one I have had for a long time. Poor Miki Kuchi, I can sympathise with your sprained foot, and hopo you have quito recovered by now. Our fancy dress ball is on tho 29th of this month. I don’t know what I am going to wear yet, but will let you know later on. My brother sat a hen on 10 eggs and I hopo ho has luck and gets a good many chiickens. I have a lovely heifer calf which I can lead all over the place. Please could you givo me a name for her? As I sat by the open window the faintest of breezes stirs very softly in tho curtains, blowing in beautiful perfumes of the flowers. There are fairies in the garden, for who else could paint the flowers. Bird notes fluting out quiver in tho stillness of tho air, the sunlight weaves a dappled pattern of green and gold more intricate and beautiful than any tapestry made by man. Just at present we are having glorious weather, the sky is a clear blue which makos me think of summer days ahead; the green paddocks are a mass of crim-son-tipped daisies swaying to and fro in the. refreshing breeze. As tho sun rose early this morning the daffodils lifted their heads towards the sun and swayed to and fro in the sweet perfumed breeze. Tho daffodils have only come to stay with us for a short while as they soon wither and decay and that is the end of their beauty until next season. Tho violets are welcome maids of honour, more sweet than any other, flowers in the garden. The blossoms of the fruit trees have all fallen to the ground like tears, and now they are dressed in their green frocks. Our primroses are a mass of gay flowers, and such a gorgeous sight. I also like to watch the river gurgling across the stones. Weeping willows trail slender, soft fingers in the clear water. I think the kowhai flowers are very pretty and they look like big bunches of gold as the glorious lamp, the sun, shines down upon thorn. “Fair pledges of fruitful trees, why do you fall so fast? You may stay here a while and go at last. All the spring flowers of to-day, may be dying to-morrow. I think the peoplo of New Zealand ought to be proud o their country. Soon we will have summer with us—the singing of the birds, the humming of insects, and trees, flowers and wide fields. Summer goes to sleep for a little while longer, but soon she will wake, fresh and ready for her youth and beauty, to sweep away the spring. “lam Queen Summer Awake all my fairies as my work Has betrun.” I think I must close now, as I am afraid I am taking too much room. Love to you and all the Cogs, from Delphinium. I should like to heaT about those chickens, Delphinium. Would Bettw do for your calf? Yes, the long, golden days of summer aro drawing near.

Palmerston North

Dear Hub,—ln your answer to my lottcr last week you asked me if I liked swimming. Well, Hub, as a matter of fact I have never bothered to learn. It isn’t bccauso I am frightened of the water, for I have been all round tho world.- To England through the Panama Canal and back via Suez. I like tho life on the ocean, do you, Hub? A rather amusing-incident occurred at Snake Park, Port Adelaide. We went ashore there and everyone was interested in the many poisonous serpents. The keeper at length led us to a laTge enclosure whore several kangaroos and guinoa-pigs frisked about. One elderly man was gazing intently at them, and after a few moments addressed tho keeper, saying: “Say, mister, are they the young ’uns?” (indicating the gui-nea-pigs). Yes, Hub, he was quite serious, too. I have just finished reading a very interesting book, “The Top of the World,” by Ethel M. Dell. 1 think she is my favourito authoress. Have you read many of her books, Hub? Eobocca Ann is a real bookworm. I have read a book she mentioned not long ago, named “Thelma.” I enjoyed this one very much. I visited the pictures last night and saw “Undor the Tonto Rim”—it was quite a good programme. I wonder if you saw ‘ Viennese Nights” a few months ago. This is the best picture I have ever seen in Palmerston North. I am afraid I will be filling the whole page if I don’t soon “xing-off.” Cheerio, Hub, and .Cogs. Your sincere Cog,

Cherry Blossom.

I did see “Viennese Nights,” and 1 thought it was a beautiful picture. 1 had a good laugh over the guinea-pig incident. You are very lucky to have travelled and seen such a lot. I have passed on your request to Uncle Phil. Nireaha. Dear Hub, —It is quite a long timo since I last wrote to you, so I thought I would write to-day. It is terribly windy here to-day and very cold. 1 went to Wellington last Thursday by car. It was a cold, miserable day in Wellington, but still I had a good time. \Yq came home through Waikanac and Palmerston North. The Nireaha Tennis Club held a dance on Friday and there was a largo crowd present. Well, Hub, I had better close this as it is getting late, so cheerio. Buster. Did you visit the muesum and .zoo while ita Wellington ? Feilding. Dear Bub, —I am writing to thank you for the prize-money I received the other day. I am sending the Skilltest, which took some solving, but all the same I managed to get it out. It is very cold and windy here to-day. We have a lot of spring flowers out now. .1 must close now, with heaps of love to you and your Cogs, from Afriean Daisy. I am. glad the money arrived safely. It does not matter if the Skilltest is re-written on writing paper. , ApitL Dear Hub,—l am enclosing the Bkilltest, which I hope is correct. Some of the words were hard, but most of them were easy. Spring is lovely, isn’t it, Hub? At present 1 can see hundreds of lovely daffodils, all golden. It makes you think of the summer to come, does iit not? Yours,

Tosca of Falen,

Are you glad that summer, with its swimming and tennis, isnear? We shall pirn be gutting the sto.sk

Makorua. Dear Hub, —-I supposo I had better write a few lines. I think my badge is very nice. Well, Miki Kuchi, I think you are one of the office staff, because how did you know that Powder and Patches had written that rhyming letter? We have a cat that loves our only duck. It follows it about, purring round it and twirls its tail round its neck. It is so funny to watch it. Tho pup tried to malco friends with tho cat, but pussy would not make friends; it only snarls at poor King. Tho duck ato all the peas out of my garden. Wo only kept it to clean up all tho slugs, but wo might as well have the slugs oat tho plants if that is what mistress duck is going to do. Could you suggest a name for my calf? Nearly all our. tanks are dry and we will have to cart water if it does not ra.in soon. I have tried and tried to do tho Skilltcst, but I can’t get it all out. Ask Mr Puz. if wo can have jumbled Now Zealand ranges? Tell him ho will have to get an atlas. I hope we shall see another letter from him. As news is running short, I will close with love to you and all tho Cogs,

Napoleon

King must bo jealous of the Duck. Mr Puz. will probably seo your request. Would Becky be a suitable name for the calf? I am glad you liked the badge.

Rangiotu,

Dear Hub,— Thank you very mucb for the prize-money, which arrived safely. At school we are practising for our concert. How very sad about poor Rita. Sho will bo happier in Heaven. Wo have nine calves and sometimes I help Daddy to feed them. Have you a wireless, Hub? I have been a radio cousin for nearly four years and I still enjoy the session. I have my seventh birthday on October 29, and I want a bicycle from the radio fairies. I sent my prizemoney to Uncle Dan for the sick children in hospital. .1 will now close, with love to you and all tho Cogs, especially those sick and in hospital,

White Heather.

I think that was a very kind way to spend your prize-money. Write and tell me if the radio fairies fulfill your wish.

Longburn.

Dear Hub, —Please may I join your big family? lam cloven years old and my birthday is on December 6. May I •have Riding Cowboy for my pen-name? I am sending in the Skilltest. I will close now, with love from your new Cog

Neil Burns,

You are very wolcomo, Riding Cowboy. Do you like puzzling out tho Skilitests?

Ivimbolton,

Dear Hub,—l am sure you will have forgotten all about me. I am very fond of reading the Cogs’ letters every week, too. I am in Std. I now at school. We have 43 cows in and I have to help to mind my baby sister while mother helps to milk. Baby can stand up alone, but cannot walk yet. She has 12 teeth and tries very hard to talk. Wo have a dear little pet lamb and I like to feed him. Wo also have three goats. One day we went down to the ritver and had a great time in the sand. Dad and my big brothers went across tho river goat hunting, and managed to catch the three. Aren’t they lovely when they arc little, Hub? Well, I must close now; and thank you for my badge that you sent me. Love to all tho Cogs and yourself. I am, your loving Cog, Peggy. Baby must be a darling wee thing now. Do tho goats bunt you?

Makino. Dear Hub,—l have enclosed three penny stamps for my badge. Isn’t it windy lately? I do wish it would rain for it is a long time since we had any. Our bulbs have nearly finished flowering, but we will soon have other flowers. Now I will closo, with love to you and the Cogs, from Ivybell. You will have .received your badge by now. Yes, what a gay time the wind has been having. Palmerston North. Dear Hub,— To-night I went out to tea with my sister at Moonlight’s place —it was her birthday. Isn’t tho Skilltest hard this week, Hub? I was making my flower garden on Saturday morning. Our plum trees are all green with leaves now. I did not write last -week, as I had no time. I am very soTry to hear that Pita has passed away. I am now knitting myself a whito scarf. My sister and I are making a scrap-book for tho Treasure Chest. A man came to our place the other night and brought us some queerlooking shells. They are round, with a hole in the middle of them. Do you like freesias, Hub? I do, but we haven’t many in our garden. 'Well, as it is nearly nine o’clock and I have to go to bed, I will close. I remain, your loving Cog, Sunlight.

Tho scra.p-book will be appreciated, my dear. Knitting is a very soothing and pleasing occupation, don’t you think? I am very fond of freesias.

Cheltenham

Dear Hub,—lt is a long time since I wrote to the Cogs’ Page. There are lots of little lambs in tho fields now. We have been having lovely weather until tonight. There is a bitter south wind blowing.- Our holidays are over and it was quite nice to go back this morning. Basketball is over and tennis will be our next game at school. I am leading the book called "Cinderella” at school. Our Page is growing each week. I did not go anywhere for tho holidays. The gardens are looking lovely now. Camelias have been lovely this year but they are going off now. I am expecting my uncle from Napier this week. I hope the weather keeps fine while he is here. I will close now and get away to school. From your sincere Cog, Cinderella Do you like “Cinderella?” Yes. spring is everywhere.

Feilding,

Dear Hub,—May I join your happy band of Cogs? I am twelve years old and my birthday is on November 30. May I have Bluebell or Daffodil for my pen-mume? If they are taken I will see what I can find. I remain, Jessie Mennie. You are very welcome, Jessie. I think both pen-names are taken. I. hope you .will writing to liie Page.

Palmerston North Dear Hub and Cogs, —Here wo aro once again, back at school once more. I think we will have to work harder this term if we want to pass in our examination. I have a littlo garden of my own and it is full of many different flowers. Around tho border of my garden I havo planted carnations. There are some bulbs which are out and a few other flowers. In tho centre of the garden I have put a small flower pot with a green creeper in it. Oh one sido there is a plum tree, but it hasn’t come out in bloom. There is a little sparrow with a twisted leg flying around the lawn and we call him Hoppy. Every morning ho sits on the clothes-line waiting patiently for his breakfast. He is not afraid of our cat and dog who come along tho path. He docs not take any notico of them, but just waits until ho gets something to eat aud then flies away. I will close this letter now with lots of love to yourself and the Cogs. I remain, your loving Cog, Chatterbox

Your garden will be lovely now it is spring. A like Hoppy must be great fun.

Feilding

Dear Hub,—What a pleasant surprise I had when I went to the Post Office last-Saturday and found my prize money! Thank you very much dear Hub. I*had a lovely time deciding just what I would invest it in. I bought a lovely cup and saucer for my sister’s birthday, which is this month. Now dear Hub, I would lovo to send a littlo present for our Treasure Chest if you will let me know what things aro most acceptable. I shall certianly itry my hand at the Lavender Pixies too. We are going to have a fancy dress ball at school and I can’t make tip my mind just what to go as. I see one of the Cogs’ mother lias taken to hiking, which, although very tiring, must be very good exercise. I had a lovely time during my fortnight’s holiday. I went across to the river with Mother, my sisters and some friends. Whilst going across the paddocks we saw a big sheep down on its back struggling to get up. Our friend immediately went to its aid, and it was very soon running happily about again. How changeable the weather is. Saturday was lovely, and today trie wind is strong and keen. Well, cheerio Hub for this week. Your loving Cog,

Celandine

You arc an unselfish little Cog to spend your money on. others. Anything is acceptable for -our Treasure Chest, the contents being distributed at Christmas to tho sick folk at the hospital. The sheep must have been glad you passed his way.

Feilding

Dear Hub, —Ouce again I take up my pen to write to you. Now for the news. I had a very nice holiday, and I hope you had a nice one too. The weather lias been beautiful. Wc will soon have some baby ducks out. They look like yellow balls of fluff. We have been very busy at school. I havo sat for my Intermediate Examination in book-keeping aud I am now awaiting results. Aren’t tho months slipping by Hub? It seems only such a short time ago that wo all came to school, ready for a hard year’s work. Our Story is progressing well, but who is going to start the next chapter? Come on Mavis, and set it going again! I will miss it so much if no one continues. I just love reading. Signs of spring arc everywhere . Standing over by the back gate, we havo a lovely plum tree, clothed in a mantle of white. The bright rays of the sun have chased Old Man Winter away. Forever? No, no, no! I havo dono the Skilltcst, and I am sending it in. It did take some solving. As there aro two of ns writing, only one can havo tho Skilltest paper, so you will understand. Well, as this is all the news at present, 1 will close with heaps of lovo to you and all my fellow Cogs from Golden Wattle

I hope you arc successful in your examination, Golden Wattle. Wo. shall all bo looking forward to hearing about tho ducklings.

Makino Dear Hub and Cogs,—No doubt you •will be wondering when I am going to write to you, so I thought I had better start now. I am sending in the Skilltest which took some solving but nevertheless I managed to get it out. Where has the Blot gone to lately, it must have been frightened by the smell of spring in the air. But never mind, Blot, one of these days you might be blotted in again, and give us all a great surprise—what do you say, Mr Puz? Spring has lightened up everything. The little birds are starting to build their nests already and all the flowers are saying to each other: “Ha. ha, we chased you away, Old Man Winter!” Our plum tree is dressed in her best spring dress, and the peach trees ai*b blososm covered, too. Did you enjoy your holidays when you were in Christchurch? I suppose Mr Puz. and Mr Printerman will be going away next time, I wonder where to? T think they would go on a skating expedition, and when they came to greet, you, you would not recognise them, because they would be covered in snow, and would be shivering with cold. What do you think of my suggestion Hub? It might come true. Wouldn’t it be funny if it did, Hub? Wo commenced school again today, aften two weeks holiday. Please Hub, would you find me a pen-friend? It is three more months to Christmas, and then another six weeks from school. lam suro you wish you were at school again, Hub. Well, I think I must close now, hoping you and Mr Puz are keeping well, with heaps of love from your loving Cog,

African Daisy

Mr Puz. and Mr Printerman say they would rather sit by a cosy fire and put together jiglsaw puzzles. Yes, thankyou, I enjoyed my visit to Christchurch very much.

Foxton

Dear Hub, —-It is some time since I wrote to you- . I have had another try at the Skilltest, so I hope I am lucky. Our football team went to Levin, today, but we were not lucky enough to win, and hope for better luck next time . Now, Hub, as I want; to post this I shall have to bring it to a close. Best regards to you and Mr Printerman. I remain your loving Cog, Lord Nelson. I was pleased to see you had not forgotten us. Do yon like “footie”?

Mangawhata. Dear Hub, —Once again I am going to pen you a line. What a lot of people have mumps and colds; there is quite a numbor of sick people around here. Last Saturday I wont out with my father, who was manuring a paddock, but although it was rather windy and the manure got in our eyes, it was rather good fun. In the afternoon I planted lettuces and potatoes until 3 o’clock, and then heard tho great match at Auckland. To-day I did a silly thing— I bit a hole in my lip. lam sending in tho Skilltest and hope it is correct. When I have finished my .jersey (which is nearly done) I am going to mako some things for the Treasure Chest. My sister is playing on tho piano and it is taking my thoughts away from this letter. I am always looking for a letter, Jenny Wren, and I do hopo you have not forgotten mo. I have four more exercises to do in tho Std. IV. arithmetic book and then I will bo able to start my Std. V. one. I think .1 have told you all tho news so I will close with love to all the Cogs and yourself, from

Rising Sun,

Another nice, newsy letter, Rising Sun. I am glad you are getting on so well with youx arithmetic.

Palmerston North,

Dear Hub, — lam writing you a short note to enclose with the Skilltest. I was thinking summer will be here soon and then I will sing:—

“Spring is gone, spring is gone, Summer's hero, hooray! No more showers, lots of flowers, Bright skies and happy days.” Thanks for waking up Cherry Blossom. It was great to see a letter from her. Do you think Mild Kuehi -will reveal himself (?) iu years to come, Hub? Our page is a real mystery now, with all tho baffling Cogs. Tennis conies again, but I do not liko it snd seldom play. I think baseball is the best game and I am always glad when the season for it arrives. Well, Hub, I will closo with love from

Fay. I agreo that baseball is a splendid game, but I do like tennis, too.

Peilding.

Dear Hub, —It is a long while since I wrote to you, but I always scad She Cogs’ Page. I have a very niice cat; when ho wants to come inside and the door is shut, he jumps on the window sill and taps at the window. If ho happens to be shut in a room, he roaches up and rattles the door-nob. We have three lovely ealvec and their names are Bunty, Shiner and Lucky. Wo are playing tennis at school this term; I think it is a lovely game. Do you play tennis, Hub? I am sure that quite a number of your Cog family do. Now I must close, with love to you and tho Cogs, from

Swcot William.

I was glad to sco a letter from you again, Sweet William. Your cat must bo very sensible. I am fond of tennis, too.

Feilding.

Dear Hub, —Well hero I am again, trying to make my pen write a few lines to our happy band. We have been playing tennis at school. I am now making a tea-pot cosy for my mother, and I think I have done enough knitting at present. Hub, isn’t it nice to see the bulbs and other spring flowers out in bloom? lam sending in the Skilltest. We are milking 59 cows and wo have 11 calves. Wo have not any pet lambs yet, but I think wo had our share last year. Well, Hub, I cannot think of any more news to tell you, so I will say cheerio. Lots of loro to you and all the Cogs, from

Cherry Pic.

I am glad you remembered us again, Cherry Pic. Yes, spring is always lovely with flowers. It is a very busy time for farmers now, isn’t it?

Apiti,

Dear Hub, —I received my money last week, and I thank you, I am sending in the Skilltest again. All the spring bulbs arc out and they do look nice, don’t they? I will close with kind regards to all Cogs, from Highland Laddie.

Even a tiny note is welcome, Highland laddie. The bulb flowers are lovely, I know.

Ashkurst. Dear Hub, —Hero I am again, still quite cheerful. Mr Puz, you did not get me properly beaten, but you nearly did with the last one in tho Skilltest. By the way, Puz, when are you going to write to the Page again? Whore are you? You cannot bo far away olse wc woud not have any Skilltcsts. Well, Hub, I must close else I will miss the .mail. Love to you and my i’ellowCogs, from

Bluebell. M£r Puz. loves to set really puzzling Skilltcsts.

Woodville. Dear Hub, —I am wondering if you are blown away, for last night we had a terrific gale hero, but I don’t think any damage was done. Last week wo had a great time building a Scout hut, and on Sunday we had a Church parade. There was a good muster of boys. I put two camelias in tbe show last week and got first and second prizes for them. I was lucky, don’t you think? I must stop. Your sincere Cog, All Black. The camelias must have been very fine to win those places. Yes, we aTO having plenty of wind here, too. Feilding. Dear Hub, —I am writing to you once again. How are you and all the Co-gs getting on? My garden is coming on nicely now. Mum has been working in hers for the last week or so. My poppies have thousands of blooms and buds on them, and I am going to manure them to see if I cannot get some larger blooms. I am sending in the Skilltest. What about the weather? It has been glorious except for the cold winds. Joyce, may I remind you that it is your "turn to write. The boys go out to ping-pong every Monday and Friday, but it will soon end. At home tho magpies have a nest with one egg. It ies a bluey-green or grey with brown patches on it. I had better close. Love from Queen Hose. I should love to see your garden, Queen Rose. I was interested in the magpies’ nest,

]Teilding. Dear Hub, —Just a few lines hoping you and all the Cogs are well. The weather has been very windy hero just lately, and there are signs of rain about. Our freesias are in bloom now, and they'make 'a lovely sight swaying to and fro in the'gontle' breeze. Did you forget to put my last two letters in the page, Hub? I am sending in the Skilltest. It took me nearly ■ all Saturday to puzzle it out, and iu the. end I' succeeded. There is tho old proverb, “Try, try, try again,” and that is just what I did do! Tho Blot seems to have vanished from tho face of tho earth. I wonder whoro he, or she, has gone to? I did not go to school to-day as I havo a very bad cold. Mother is going to Wanganui tomorrow, so I hope it is fine. My two sisters will soon bo home from school. A-ti-choo! A-ti-ohoo! Dear me, I had better closo as I have no more nows this week. Heaps of lovo to you and all the Cogs, from

Golden Wattle.

Your letters were published, I think, Golden Wattle. Perhaps , you missed them, we had extra space for our page last week. I hope that cold is bettor now. A-hal I can’t tell secrets.

Cheltenham.

Dear Hub, —I have not written to you for evor so long, so I hope you you will forgivo me. I am sending in the Skilltest and hopo to bo one of tho fortunate ones. Last week I went to Wanganui with a friend and we had a lovely time. We motored through, and'had a nice drive, too. Wc went to the museum and saw some wonderful curios. Wo saw some tiny birds no bigger than your thumbnail; we also saw tho Victoria Cross. When ho had spent an hour or so there, we went to the art-gallery. Just inside the door is a marble sculpture of two men. The picture I liked best was called “Curiosity,” and it was a wonderful painting. Are you having good weather down your way, Hub? Wo have started tennis at school and we havo soino good games. We are playing for tho Baker’s Cup again this year so I hopo wo havo more luck. Well, Hub, as it is late 1 must close, wiith love to you and all follow-Cogs, from

Trixie,

Prom what you say you must have had a splendid timo in Wanganui. Are you in the tennis team?

Pohangina Valley.

Dear Hub, —Do you like this wonderful weather we aro having. I havo three pet lambs and one of them is a iblack one. Their names are Bebe, Dan, and Peop. Do you like thoir names? Thank you very much, Undo Phil, for finding me a pen-friend, and thanks also to you, Hub, for posting her address. I lovo pen-friends and have always been very keen to get one. Hub, do you think you could give me some idea of what I could make for the Treasure Chest? And could you find me a pen-friend who is fond of sport, anywhere out of New Zealand? Well, Hub, I think I will closo. Your sincere Cog,

Little Wonder.

Perhaps you could make some lavender pixies, and if you watch out for our Comer for Busy Cogs you will bo Eure to find something you can make. Uncle Phil has been told of your request.

Manawatu,

Dear Hub, —Here we are again, and this spring weather has gone to my head like 111110. I feel like skipping and dancing the Highland Fling, but realising this is impossible I have to be contented and not make an exhibition of myself in the town of all places. How I envy the Cogs in the country with their lambs and calves for pets! I have a half-grown kitten, but my real wish has always been for a horso. Wo got Moscow on short wave; it was about half-past ono Monday morning; also some Indian stations. I think wireless is a wonderful invention and enjoy the community singing from Sydney. The only troublo is that you have to sit up so late at night, and that, you know, Hub, is no good to a fellow who has to get up and go to work at 8 o’clock in the morning. I have not paid you tho promised visit yet, and am wondering what you will say when you see me. I know you by sight, I think, if I saw you in the street, but don’t think you would recognise the White Zombie. I am reading your interesting sorial in the Page and think it is “0.K.” Now I must say adieu. Love and best wishes to yourself and all tho Coggies, from The White Zombie. Yes, I think wireless is very wonderful, but just think of television. I suppose it will be as common as wireless in a few years. Askhurst Dear Hub,-— Thank-you . very much Hub, for the prize money which I received last week. I was very pleased to get it and had not given up hope by any means. I have another pet lamb now, Hub. It really belongs to my little sister though, and she has called it “Spot” as it has a black spot on its back. It has already made great friends with my cat “Lucky”, and they look lovely together, as Lucky is a pure black and the lamb white. Hub, have you read any of A. A. Milne’s and Gene Stratton Porter’s books? I have read several and thoroughly enjoyed them. Well, Hub, I must say goodnight. Your sincere Cog, Lucky Do you think you could take a snap of Spot and Lucky for the Page? Wc should all love to see them. Have you read “The Girl of the Limberlost” by the latter author you mention. I am sure you would enjoy it. Kopane Dear Hub, —After a lot of thinking I have solved the Skilltest. I am knitting myself a jumper: I have finished the front and have started the back. -When I was in town theo ther day I went to the Library and I saw all the beautiful butterflies in glass cases. Today my brother caught a very large moth. The boys at our school have quite a collection of insects. Wo arc going to a fancy dress ball on Thursday night and I will tell you about it the next time. Love all from Lavender Lady

f stall enjoy heating about the ball L like to see don’t X ou?

OUR STORY ■lnstalment IV. BY ENZED As the trio advanced across the clearing towards the caravans, the old woman. rose and curtsied to Grandfather with all tho stateliness and courtesy of a true Romany.. Colinda smiled shyly at tho old gyjmy and bowed prettily. Though her curtesy had none of the woman’s stateliness, yet it lacked no sweetness. Grandfather liftod his old bonnet, and in his tired old voice—which seemed! to Celinda to quaver more than' usual—saluted the gypsy: "Good afternoon, good lady, I trust you will pardon us this intrusion, but wc have trudged far and are tired and hungry. Maybe you would be kind to us, and let us rest awhile hero?”

Celinda was surprised to hear these words—her grandfather had never before complained in her hearing. Meanwhile the old gypsy man, too, had risen, and he answered-Grandfather: ‘‘Why, surely sir, you are welcome to our dwellings. Won’t you bo seated?” Grandfather gratefully took the seat indicated, but Celinda, who was playing with a puppy she had found, missed the look of mingled pain and utter weariness that crossed his face as ho did so. But the kindly old gypsy woman noticed it. She looked sharply at poor old Grandfather, then put it down to hunger and the need for half an hour’s rest. Tho old gypsy man sat opposite Grandfather and asked him whence he came.

"From Paris,” said Grandfather, the sorrow in Ms eyes showing plainly as he spoke. “I lost all but one there, though that. one. is perhaps the best loved. ” The old gypsy followed Granadfather’s eyes until they lighted on little brown-eyed Celinda. Tho look of love which Grandfather bestowed upon her all but drowned the sorrow in his eyes. "You have a home here in sunny Provence?” queried the old gypsy. Grandfather appeared not to hear the question for he gave ' no answer. Again the old gypsy woman darted a searching glance at him, but she said nothing as she set before him a dish of real gypsy stew, calling, meanwhile, to Celinda to come and have her share. Celinda, with a happy, healthy child’s appetite, set upon tho delicious food and ate wholeheartedly. Grandfather ( ate several mouthfuls,'then the keeneyed Romany woman saw his spoon fall back listlossly into the bowl, and his head begin to droop further and further forward. Even Celinda felt alarmed at this, then she laughed gaily, and said “Why, dear Grandad is going to sleep without finishing his stow.” The woman, who ,had moved quickly to his side, looked up. Her eyes were grave, and she replied: “Not to sleep yet, little girl, tout soon perhaps, if wo are not very careful. Then it will be e long, long sleep.” Celinda gave a cry of alarm and, leaving her stow, ran to his side. “Is he ill?” she cried, then, waiting for no answer, wont on, “Grandad, Grandad, look at me. Dear Grandadl”

The eyelids which had flickered down flickered up again, and Grandad’s eyes, fixed on Celinda’s for a short moment., before thoy again closed. But there was no recognition in them, only a dull pain. The woman turned to the gypsy man and nodded gravely. “Help me to carry him inside,” she said. Between them, Grandad was borne up the steps and into one of the spotless caravans. Here ho was laid on a bunk and covered with soft blankets.

Celinda and the littlo daTk-eyed boy’ who had brought, Grandad and itho littlo girl to this happy caravan home, wero told to stay outside and were kept well away from the caravan in which Grandfather lay, fighting for his life. Tho days and weeks of hardship had been too much for tho old man, and at last his strength had broken. Celinda was at first comfortless, and tried to creep to tho caravan whore dear Grandad lay, but the little boy showed her so many new and wonderful things and the ivce gypsy babies were so. pretty’ that soon, she allowed herself to be comforted, and, though her love and anxiety for Grandfather wero always in her heart, she soon began to play happily once more. But not for long could she forget her love for the fairies, and once more she asked her question: ‘‘Do the fairies really come down the sunbeams in the day, and climb up tho moonbeams as night?” Tho boy’s dark eyes glowed, and leaving her question unanswered he said solemnly; “I’ve seen the fairies.” Celinda’s broiva eyes nearly; popped out as she gasped: “Oh, oh, have you really? Where?” ‘‘•'l’ll take you there,” 'he replied. Celinda was only a little girl, and though her love for her Grandad wab very r real, she must bo • forgiven if she almost forgot his illness iu the'faco of this wonderful announcement, and declared herself ready to go a/t that very moment.

So together they• set-out.-, Through the green forest the boy lod his eager companion. They made-no sound on the soft, thick moss. Little baby ferns, and dainty maidenhairs filled up all tho spaces between the tall trees and smaller ferns. Little wild oivers grew everywhere. The sun, shining through the green laciness of tho trees, cast a mysterious green light over all. At last the boy stopped, and with his finger indicated a secluded spot under the ferns whore they could sit. No word whs spoken—<the moment was too intense for that. Tho spot at which they’ had stopped was beside a still, deep, dark creek. The banks wero high and steep, clothed with thick ferns which dipped to the water. Tall trees grew all around, and the undergrowth of feTS was thick. As the two children sat on their soft, mossy seat, all tho world seemed to stand still, waiting for the fairies. Then Celinda thought she heard a sound. A sound such as a fairymight make. Then tho sound was gone. All was silent once more. They waited

(To be Continued)

Feilding

Dear Hub, —Just a few lines to send you a pair of pixies. Don’t they look quaint? I hope you will like them. We are having strong wind but have not had any rain for quite a while. It is bed-time now, so goodnight. With love from

Pop’s Girl

The pixies were darlings. Thank you over so much, my dear. I think visits

from inspectors are never so bad as you think they will be.