OUR LETTER-BOX.

Maoriland Worker, Volume 8, Issue 344, 26 September 1917, Page 7

OUR LETTER-BOX.

! Auckland. Dear Uncle Merry,—l have intended to write to you before, and have sometimes started, but somehow felt as though I could not do it properly. I was born in England, and lived there until I was eight years old, then we went to Australia, and lived there for three years. Next we came to Christchurch, but we only stayed (hero for six weeks. If we had stayed longer most likely I would have seen dear old Uncle Ted. We lived in Nelson two years, and now live in Devonport. I received my card from Uncle, Ted last October. I have got a pretty little tabby kitten called Tiger. We have a free library at our school, aud .1 belong lo it. The book I have at present is called "Pilgrim's Talcs." Two other books I have seen girls With are Grimni's "Fairy Tales" and Hans Anderson's "Fairy Tales." I have written the word "Peace" on a piece of drawing paper. I drew some flowers underneath, and father drew a dove carrying a twig in its mouth above the word "Peace." I always send good thoughts to you and the Sunbeams, never once forgetting the little boy and his boss who live in Canada. I hope he will be able to conic to New Zealand. I like the stories in the "Corner," also the letters.—Your loving niece, EDNA. P.S.—I will be 14 on the 3rd May. * * * * Auckland. Dear Uncle Merry,—l am eight years of age, and I go to the Newton West School. We have two black cats, and one catches rats. We call one Tommy and the other She. I don't think much of this big war. Some boys at our school are very patriotic, and some are not. I will write to you again.—Your nephew, ARTHUR. Auckland. Dear Uncle xMerry,—My father gets "The Maoriland Worker" every week, and I like to read the "Children's Corner." I would like to be one,of the Sunbeams. I am seven years of age, and Igo to Mt. Eden School. I have a little baby brother who is seven months old.—With love to you and all the other Sunbeams, CYRIL. * * * * Devonport. Dear Uncle Merry,—l have not written to you before, but I have (written to Uncle Ted. My sister has a kitten, and it likes to play with the flowers, and sometimes it tips the va3e over. We are teaching it to jump. I have a book with some of Hans Andersen's "Fairy Tales" In it. We live near the beach, and I went out la a dingej; ob

Saturday. I think this 13 all.—From your loving nephew, ANDREW. P.S.—I w ill bo 10 years old on 25tU April. V.m.- :.': * # v Wanganui. Dear Uncle Merry,—l have not forgotten you, but I have been very busy with my lessons, and have had very little timu for wriring. Having a holiday to-day I thought 1 would write you a little letter. Father and I wont for a lons walk over the hill 3 to take photos; we had a fine time. I am getting a little pet liunb— a present from my schoolmate. One of the lurgcat schools hi our town was burntdown on Friday morning; the children are having a long holiday. I must now close, hoping you and all the Sunbeams are well.—From ROBBIE. P.S.--I received the pretty card you sent mc. Levels. Dear Uncle Merry,—l am enclosing a piece of poetry called "It Can't be Done!" • Somebody said that it couldn't be done, But he, with; ■ a chuckle, replied That ".Maybe it couldn't," but he would •be one _ ■ Who wouldn't say so till he tried. So he buckled right in, with a trace or •1 grin On his lace. If he worried, he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done—and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done! There are thousands to prophesy failure! There are thousands to point out to you, one by one, The dangers that wait: to assail you. 1 But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Then take oft' your coat and go to it! Just start in to 3ing as you tackle the ■dihiK That "cannot be dono"—and you'll do it. BLUEBELL. :j: :'.: * « Newtown. Dear Uncle Merry,—This is the first time I have written to you, but I have written to Uncle Ted. I want to have my name put in the Big Book. We have Laci a week's holiday, and we have to go back to school to-morrow. We had such a nice teacher, but 3he left at the beginning of the holidays. I hope we have a nice teacher when we go ■ back to school. My brother is going to write to you, too. We have two dear little whire rabbits, and we go 'out every night to get thistles or grass for them. One of the rabbits is so funny; when I go to catch it it grunts and makes funny noises. My brother and I hope to come to the social when you are there.—From you loving niece, RITA. i* * * Norsewood. Dear Uncle Merry,—We have had a big fire in Norsewood—about three weeks back. The hotel and the store were burnt. My brother Vivian was working there at the time, and he had some things burnt. It seems as funny as anything, because we always used to buy lollies at the store. The. weather is a bit better now. I hope Beryl and Flora still write, as I will. Well, I must close now, as it is bed time.— From your Sunbeam, EILEEN.