CHILDREN’S LETTERS

New Zealand Times, Volume LIV, Issue 12661, 22 January 1927, Page 16

CHILDREN’S LETTERS

Dear Fairiel, —I would like to join “the Fairy Ring” and be an elf. Would you please tell me whether I can write you stories to put in the dear 014 “Times”? TTiien you are sitting by the fire one cold night ask your friends these and say the answers are in the kitchen: (1) Another name fer a boat. (2) A card game. (3) What a wreck nearly always does. (4) A gentle knock. (5) Something photographers use. (6) Where two roads meet. —Yours truly, COLIN McDOUGALL (Lowef Hutt). (A Long time has happened, Colin, and a great many things . . . and now the “Fairy Ring” is to be no more. Mortals have spoken. My love though, little elf, even so Jate.—• Fairiel.) • • • • Dear Fairiel, —I am writing to tell you what books 1 have read:— “Tom Sawyer,” “The Girls’ Jolly Book,” “Uncle Remus,” “Alice m Wonder Land,” “About Peggy Sa“Cassels Children’s Annual,” “Gfeyfriars Holiday Annual,” “MeL

bourne House,” “Daisy Daisy,” “The Schoolboy’s Annual,” “My Animal Book,” “Tales and Talks About? Animals,” “Tiger Tim’s Annual,” “The Chatterbox,” “Twinkletoes and Nibblenuts,” “Tom and the Water Babies,” “Daisy in the Field.” I think that is all I have read, Fairiel. I caught a little fish to-day and put it in water, and it is still living. Fairiel, I think I will have to dose now. —Your loving fairy, GWEN. (Why, small person, you’ll soon have read too many to remember! I like “Uncle Remus” and “Tom and tho Water Babies” best. —Fairiel.) m.• • « Dear Fairiel, —Jiist a few lines hoping to find you quite well and in the best of health like us. I Joyce walks down town. For Christ mas she got a rabbit which blew up. I got a big book and a box of paints. I hope you all had a Merry Christ-; mas and a Happy New Year. I went up to Taihape, and had an accident. I cut all my foot, and my brother went to Napier. I take Joyce out for a walk nearly j every day. The weather is good. Is : t where you live? By reading the Fairy Ring I found that some of the fairies are at the seaside, and would like son*} of them to send me a bib of seaweed and a few shells as I think I have never seen any before. You must have a good many at the Fairy Ring now. So I must close love from ' all. x x x x. From HILDA. Good-bye, Fairiel. HILDA HATFULL, HuntervilLe. 1 (Aged 9.) (I’ll hunt up some seaweed my veiy own-self, nice ribbony bits, and shells, Hilda. And perhaps someone else will \ too, for a little person living among the hills. k And of course we won’t forget Joyce.—Fairiel.; Dear Cheeriel, —We are going away to-morrow. We are going to 0110 of the places that the “Cheeroplane” passed over. We are going on to a farm. I will write you a letter all about it wheu I come back.—Your loving. FAY. JOAN URQUHART, Karon. Dear Fairiel, —I was glad to know you are back in Wellington again. I am longing to know what is going to ; happen to the “Ring.” I suppose wo j will all know on Saturday. Are you j pleased to bo back in Wellington j again ? Our holidays seem to be going very quickly this year.' but I am looking forward to going hack to school again. The only thing I a.m sorry about is that it will be too far for me to go to tho baths so often. With love from JOYCE. JOYCE DINNISON, Brooklyn. (You still miss your seaside, little one? But surely picnics .... when they do happen . . . are all .the mare fun. Yes, T’m over so pleased to be hack. Love to Marjorie and your small self. —Fairiel.)

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