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Taranaki Daily News, 13 July 1929, Page 21

You can well imagine how alarmed Richard and Gwendoline felt when they discovered they had lost the magic ring, after being turned into Red Indians. “What!” cried Gwendoline, “lost the ring! Well, you had better find it at once. I simply will not stay an Indian all the rest of my life.” “Don’t worry me,” retorted Richard, “I’m just as anxious as you are. Look sound and see if it has fallen on the grass.” And they both searched frantically.

Richard and Gwendoline searched carefully in the grass and at last to their PC “vv e eK “Is S “'Sa* Gwen, “I shouldn't like to he a red Indian lor ©ver. Now Richard yoy had better wish as quickly as you can.’’ , Richard stood with the ring in his hand. “I’m almost afraid to wish, in case some other dreadful thing happens,” he exclaimed. “My, yes!” agreed Gwen, “I’m feeling ever so nervous.” , “Well!” said Richard, “I wish we were just Richard and Gwen again.

If Richard and Gwen expected something to happen when they wished, they were certainly disappointed for they simply remained as they were. “Well!” said Richard, “this is terrible. Something must have broken the power of the ring. We shall have to be red Indians for ever, I’m afraid.” “I tell you,” cried Gwen, “I simply won’t be a red Indian all my hfe. xoua better do something! You've done all the wishing, Wish again. “What can I wish?” groaned Richard. “Oh! I wish we were as we always were before we were red Indians.”

Now, quite unconsciously, Richard had said the words that were necessary to turn them back into their proper forms. Althought they had the forms of red Indians when they first wished, they were still Gwen and Richard and so they could not change. Immediately they wished to be in their old shape again, they found that they were, “Hurrah,” cried Gwen. “Hurrah,” shouted Richard. “Now we are our old selves, and I’m never going to wish I were something else any more.” “Hear! Hear!” said Gwen, and the chums simply jumped with joy.

But Richard and Gwen were not going to let the evil elf go scot free after the trick he had played upon them. “We ought to teach him a lesson,” said Gwen, “so that he cannot play the Same game with anyone else.” “Right,” agreed Richard, “I call him up.”..And, holding the ring, he wished (fjeir th? elf. “What do you want,” asked the elf, crossly. “We are going to teach you a lesson,” replied Richard, “and we are going to prevent you from harming anyone else.” “Hear! Hear!” cried Gwen.

The elf was mightily annoyed with the chums but, as they still retained the sing, he could no nothing. “Now!” cried Richard, “I am going to have just one more wish.” “Are you.” said the elf, hoping they would turn themselves into something, “Go or'” “Right!” said Richard, “I wish you would turn head over heels for ever and ©ver. We’ll keep the ring in case we should ever require it.” And so they left him, flying round and round like a cart-wheel. If ever you see a little elf who will turn somersaults, you’ll know how it all came about! , . . '