LITTLE MISS WHY

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 22949, 29 January 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)

LITTLE MISS WHY

Though Ernestine is only three She's not the least bit shy— At least a hundred times a day She asks "What for?" and "Why?" She pauses in her play to hear A knock upon the door, And told it is the milk or bread Of course she asks "IVhat for?" And if she hears a puppy -bark, Or sees a cow go by, She never will be satisfied Until she's found out "Why?" She Wants In know where you have gone, And "What for?" did you go, And when the reason is explained Then "Why?" she wants to know. Yel Ernestine is only three — But soon she will be four! She asks a lot of questions now, But then—she'll ask lots morel —Sent in by Joyce Walker, Te Kuiti. REMEMBER —Next Saturday !« the Closing Date of the Portrait Competition.

there are no windows to shut. You smashed them all this morning." Vo ''re perfectly right, my love—§o I did. I had completely forgotten, l am .m) dread.nilv absent-minded.'' " So it appears," the queen replied quietly and went on with her dinner Suddenly the king sneezed a mighty sneeze. This blew the spoonful of soup he was about to taste right into thu lord high chamberlain's eye. as he happened to be sitting opposite. "A thousand apologies, my lord," the king muttered, obviously embarrassed, "it's this confounded draught." Kveryone was feeling very miserable and frightfully cold by the time the turkey arrived. "Cheer up, cheer up. good folk," the king shouted at intervals. " Yes, your majesty," they feebly replied. No one enjoyed the turkey. It was a, trifle cold and the stuffing was decidedly soggy. But the pudding. Ah! that special birthday pudding. They placed it in front of the queen. It was adorned with sprays of holly, and on the tip-top of its jolly-looking brown head a golden flame danced and scampered about. Gob! that pudding did smell good. As they all gazed at it. they almost forgot how miserable and cold they were. The queen took up a small silver fork and knife and commenced to cut the pudding into portions

He ordered everyone to bed, and to bed they went with a very bad grace. "Nice sort of holiday," they all muttered to themselves. The.v were careful not to speak aloud in case they should be charged with treason. The palace suddenly became transformed into a sort of busy hospital. Nurses ran hither and thither carrying trays, giving medicine, taking temperatures and doing a thousand and one other things. The king was a verv bad patient and spat out all his medicine. His muse reported this to the head doctor. Along he came and bullied the king unmercifully After that his majesty took his medicine like a lamb. Next day a glazier was summoned to the palace and commanded to replace the broken windows. He worked with a will and by the next night all the windows were safely in. After this the court soon recovered from the influenza epidemic. The court physician ordered everyone to take a tonic and go to bed before sunset as a sort ol "precaution. The king was really secretly ashamed of himself, although he would not have admitted it for worlds. He did not fly into another towering race for over a. fortnight. Such a thing had never happened before. "Perhaps he turned over a .new leaf." the queen said to horse!l, as she sewed a new pair of buckles on to his rod slippers.