COUSIN BETTY’S LETTER

Southland Times, Issue 21997, 22 April 1933, Page 18

COUSIN BETTY’S LETTER

—QUOTATION FOR TO-DAY— The burden of an ancient rhyme Is, ‘‘By the forelock seize on time.” Time in some corner heard it said; Pricking his ears, away he fled; And seeing me upon the road, A hearty curse on me bestowed. “What if I do the same by thee? How would thou like it?” thundered he, And, without answer thereupon, Seizing my forelock ... it was gone. —Walter Savage Landor. (Sen 1 in by Cousin Lesley Shand)

My Dearest Children— Well—did you have a wonderful holiday? The page this week looks rather as if you did, because it’s rather neglected—like a house you’ve vacated for a little holiday! I don’t mind in the least, my dears—only, mind you, I expect you to return next week with renewed vigour, lots of ideas, and increasing ingenuity. Just remember that. You will be very glad to hear that Cousin Lesley Shand is out of the hospital and writing for us again. She really has recovered as quickly and as cheerily as every good Little Southlander should. Please, I don’t want any more of you to be getting ill—or going in there for a rest, or anything else. I like you all ways, cousins—but I like you best W-H-O-L-E. My love to you all, and always