LETTERS

New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12555, 18 September 1926, Page 16

LETTERS

Dear Fairiel, —I am sure you’ll simply love the flowers. Are not they beautiful? All from our own gardens (mum’s I mean). Talking 01 flowers, anenamones a specially, the man next door has rows and rows of the last-named—the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen. Do you remember “Baby” the parrot that came out on the Bemuera? He can talk wonderfully well now, saying: “Hello old bo-oy” and “Where’s my Lionel?” He is learning to say “Have a cup of tea, mother.”—Farewell, KEITH. Keith Hutcheson, Lower Hutt. • • « • Dear Fairiel, —I arn writing to tell you about our little Pomeranean dog —by name of “Gappy Ricks.” Everyone who meets him fall in love with him immediately. He is a sort of creamy white colour. I can’t describe the colour because there are so many cqJsurs not named, aren’t there, Fairiel? He sits up and begs, shakes hands, and many other little tricks. But the most important of all—we have a dress, bonnet, booties, shawl and “tail ribbon” for him, and we dress him up in those things and put him in the pram. He is as good as a baby! Our canary’s name is Napoleon because he is so perky I —Love from your elf, NORA. Nora McLaren, Hataitai.