COUSIN BETTY’S LETTER

Southland Times, Issue 21820, 24 September 1932, Page 18

COUSIN BETTY’S LETTER

—QUOTATION FOR TO-DAY—

STARLIGHT.

When you’re fold to hitch your waggon to a star And you find the stars are hidden from your sight; It’s only just a passing cloud that hides them, For they’re always hiding somewhere in the night.

You’ve got to try to see beyond the storm clouds, You’ve got to keep your faith in hidden things; To send your thoughts beyond the dim horizon, And let your spirit soar on rising wings.

If day by day you’re hound by little burdens, And countless tasks that through the day arise; Just stand awhile and look up to the heavens, And watch the friendly stars that light the skies. —Lily Dean. (Sent in by Cousin Constance Fox.)

My dears, my dears, Isn’t this beautiful advice Cousin Constance Fox is sending you!—and the more I see of this cousin the more I’m convinced she lives up to this very poem herself. It matters a great deal that one should keep one’s faith in hidden things, my cousins. Don’t let contact with life, and worldliness, and your anxiety to grow up, let you lose that faith, ever. I was speaking to Miss Macdonald of the Isabella Dryburgh School during the week, and she was telling me of a lovely party she and her sixteen children were invited to at the Mary Elizabeth after school. Mrs W. Fordyce was their hostess, and made everything very jolly for them. One of the alcoves was set apart for the function, and was gaily decorated with daffodils, primroses and flowering currant. You can just imagine how the children enjoyed it! Miss Macdonald was telling me how good everybody is to them—that they’re really getting quite spoilt. What will we do to them when they show the first signs of that ? I have had several squaring-up things to do this week in connection with the bazaar. Next Saturday I will have something further to tell you about it. My love to you all—on every sunbeam, on every starglint—oceans of it