WENDY HUT LETTERBOX.

Taranaki Daily News, 4 March 1933, Page 19 (Supplement)

WENDY HUT LETTERBOX.

letters to be Addressed; \ “WENDY,” ) k Care Taranaki Daily News, 3ox 119, NEW PLYMOUTH.

Bryan Shield; Piakau: Thank you for the poetry, Bryan. Billikins says he would like to get a letter from you because he thinks you must have lots bi nbtvs to tell us. |

Mferle Cryel', Manaia: Baby Margaret] says she heard some bluebells nodding, in the biiedze last bight and thought perhaps it was you ringing up on your little toy telephone.' Are you little enough to get into your doll’s house Or can you, like Alice in wonderland, grow smaller to fit into places? Mdnica Dodunski, Inglewood: There are some lovely pink sweet-scented lilies growing in the grass under the fruit trees and every little breeze brings their scent in to me. I expect you have seen them quite often; they never have any leaves and tltey are called Belladonna lilies. Were you a very scratched and tom little girl after, your blackberry picnic? If sb, ;I hope the blackberries were worth it. Margaret Ward, Rahotu: We do not want to think of autumn yet, so we hoped you would not mind if we kept your pobm until the sunny days are gone. We are sure you have lots of things to tell us and hope you will Write some day soon.

Celia Murdoch, Rahotu: Did you know that those White glbves you Sometimes feee people Wearing are made from the fekili Of the pbor little chamois in yOuf poem? The twins have been but with Hut gardener, helping him to give the pigi their lunch;, they gave them lots of appks and ate most Upset because the pigs got milk poured dfi their ears, jiiSt because they would get in the trough.

“Vtola-lily,” Taurakawa: We looked for a shiny car and three shining faces ih town but wd could not see them. Isn’t it exciting going shopping? When Baby Margaret gobs into town she glues her little nose to the windows, and she is so little that, when she slips our hands, she gets lost in the crowd. Was it fun getting your photos taken? “Star Fairy,” Taurfikawa: The twins have got very wrinkled foreheads, thinking but a but at last have agreed dh “Paddy.” TW do hope you like it, tot they fifiy Is thfiir off-season for hafneS of bfilves! Baby' Margate! is very hot; ehe 'hfis befin learning her tables find she just cannot remefnher tfiem When she sees a butterfly 6b fi bird fly past the window.

Joyce Petring, Bell Block: Some bf those dandelion clocks, perhaps the Ones from your poem, are drifting lazily about the, garden this morning and Baby Margaret just loves chasing them. The lawns have just ibeen cut, so all the poor little dandelions have been beheaded; however, they soon spring up again,. so we ’do not grieve for them very much.

#Va Whitehead, Pa tea: The Hut children love the heat and the cicidas sound fis if to-day Will be very hot, One day, ddwn ion the. beach, a fisherman, had caught some -herring and imagine how delighted ..Baby Margaret was when he gave her one of the ptetty little silvery things for her tea! Ate you tanned like a Red Indian yet?

“Watdtah,” TirimOaha: We can hear "postie” getting nbater and nearer to the Rut, for his whistle is very busy to-day. He brought us two letters from you this week. Have you ever noticed bow very annoyed a f bumble bee looks when he backs out of a' snapdragon? When he enters the flower closes down on hifn and he seems to find it difficult to extricate himself.

Billy Hangman, Manaia: We think your writing is making splendid progress and Billikins says he has a surprise for you on the other page. He helps me when he has finished his lessons and he does enjoy sharing the Wendy letters. Do you feel like a little mushroom? Billikins says he is sure you must aftef having so many.

"WOOdy,” Mangamingi: From the cricket Score you sent us are we to conclude that you lost the match? An aeroplane is flying Overhead and Billikins is wistfully looking Up at it and wishing With fill his might that he knew ,ah who would take him up and perhaps lot him "work the gears”!

"Busy Boe ”, Rahotu: We wondered if the busy bee' helped Mummy to hang out the clothes, taking care that blackbirds kept their distance! The one that is hopping about our lawn at present looks far too dignified to even think of pecking people’s noses.

"Daddy-long“legs,” Fihama: All of your namesakes seern to have left the Hut and tn their place- are horrid thin, Jonglegged spiders, which Tiiikerbell is' always brushing off tho walls and shaking Out the windows. Toll Lily we are sure she is busy now and that we hope she passes all her examinations.

Myra Mitchell, Manaia: I suppose the leaves dripped down your necks at the picnic and made you wriggle, didnt they? Yes; you may have that pen-name, Myra, as the little Tink who had it before has not written to us for so long that we are sure she has forgotten She even had a pen-name.

“Rose-bud,” Manaia: I suppose Ken is very excited to see his name on our page this morning. Billikins says to tell him to write and See if he can get it on the Honours Board. When I came to write to you to-day I could not find a single pencil with a point and discovered that young scamp of a Billikins had “blunted” them all Shading in his map of England! “Corn Poppy,” Omata: Have you ever really seen poppies growing in the corn? In England the cornfields ate scattered with poppies and cornflowers and their vivid colours make the most beautiful picture, just like the scenes you sometimes see on picture post-cards. You are the second Tiflk who has chosen to send us the same poem this week. Noele’en Crosby, Waipuku: The sun is blazing down On the Hut garden to-day and the bonfire salvias are almost too dazzling to look at. The dahlias are enjoying it and the bees are buzzing from A scarlet, bloom to an orange one and from there to a pink one, gathering honey, as fast as they can while summei* lasts.

“Brown Owl,” Omata: Baby Margaret loves her garden just as much as she loves her Teddy. A little fuschia tree grows in the centre of it and she has a lovely time “popping” the buds. Yes, we have some asters in bloom; pretty feathery mauve and pink ones and just here and there a white one. Have you ever noticed how fond green caterpillars- are of asters? They hide in the centre and eat away the petals, •

I “Thistledown,” Westown: We are very J pleased you liked the prize; we liked the ' picture on the front. No wonder baby brother smiles and chuckles when he sees the rain for do you not notice how babies, even wee ones, love playing and splashing about in the water? Baby Margai'et wants to know what you call him and if his eyes are blue like the Sky, or brown like an aUtUmh leaf? ■ Zita Lowe, Tahora: When we were all out rambling last evening we came to a little pond full of goldfish, who* at the sound of OUr steps, swam up close and waited for breadcrumbs. They were pretty little things and so quick in their - movements; a twist of their tail and they were facing us; another twist and they had turned then- backs. Frankie Kovaleski, Tuna: Hut carpenter says lie thinks a hut of fine Wirenetting, With a little box for its sleeping quartets, is about the best kind of home for a-rabbit, but be sure to make it quite long so that it can get plenty of exercise. Also these hot days it will want a little* shade-' from the sun. We are glad you enjoyed your picnic; the beach-ball would cause a great deal of fun.

Dotis Ayson, Wfestown: We Mve d round bed in the centre of a little lawn and it is planted with roseS, all of which are but in fioWet jttst ndW. There is also a special rose-bush Which bldotfis outside my study window and nods its golden little head at me every morning. What a useful little housewife you are and we hope the pears ate a success. Cookie has juitt preserved us soffte peaches for the winter months. “Golden butterfly,” Elthdm: Baby Margaret is delighted to name your kitten and hopbs ydu like “Bobbin.” £>o yOU? The twins are bringing in a cart-full of fallen apples /for Cookie to make "into apple jelly. Some of them the birds have half-eaten; they know which are sweetest, do they not? Jack Chatsworth, Eltham: No, we have not a cahary but Ofie day we saw ah escaped onO on top.of out trees. Billikins had great fun trying to cAtch it but it got away and Wfe hoped the ebld night did not kill it. We sbmetimes Which the sparrows in the water-trough; they enjoy beiiig in the Water just ah much as you enjoy being in the sea. Geoff. Hardwick-Smith, Mahgamingi: Hurrah! We are so glad to meet you again after subh a long time. Billikins thinks your jokes are splendid and the “match trick” quite baffled him until I told him the answer. Yes, you may have the pen-name. It is the same as the famous air-pilot’s, isn’t it? Billikins does think you Were a fortunate fellOW. “The Three Kittens,” Brixtoii: There is a most beautiful kingfisher sitting out on a post in the garden; every few moments he darts down and gets fin insect and settles on hife post again. I think the insects must be cicadas sOrhetinteS, for they make a great noise. fih exciting time you must have had at the picnic; We hope you won some races. (