WENDY HUT LETTERBOX.

Taranaki Daily News, 27 May 1933, Page 10 (Supplement)

WENDY HUT LETTERBOX.

letters to be Addressed; “WENDY,” Care Taranaki Daily News, Box 119, NEW PLYMOUTH.

Winnie McCoard, Matau: It is very' nice to know that you enjoy our page and wish to join as a' member. Write a long letter next time and tell us all about your pets and the things & you like doing. n

Jean Magon, Newall Road: We hope that you have found your crayons by now, Jean, because we want you to join in with the fmrof this competition. Billikins and Baby Margaret are very well, thank you, busy with lessons again as, no doubt, you are, too. I hear a busy scratching of slates as I pass the schoolroom window.

Ruth Laird, Eltham: Baby Margaret and Tinker Bell have had their two heads together for a long time, discussing names for this season’s new calves. They hope you will like “Brenda” for yours; I think it is very smart, don’t you ? I hope she does not often get her head stuck in . the bucket, as so many calves do in their anxiety to get the last drop..

“Marigold Maid,” Inglewood: Here comes the baker’s cart, with his basket swaying about on' the top. The Hut folk would very much like to see it fall off, but it never does anything so foolish. We are sorry for the lizard if he is kept in a tin; he would be much happier among some stones.

Margaret Adam, Tirimoana: We are so glad to have you. for a member, Margaret. “Waratah”. is a very old friend of ours, and she has probably told you all about us—how mischievous we are and how we love going for tramps or going for rides on our old horse, “Bimbo.” You may have the pan-name, but what a large one it seems for such a little girl.

“Goldy Locks,” Pungarehu: Tinker Bell thinks “Henny-penny” is quite a good title for the bantam mother and Billikins suggests “Pip,” “Squeak” and “Wilfred” for the chickens. The poem you sent is very amusing and we hope all the ladies —young and old—who usually live on lemons will decide to live on everything sweet, instead.

Mavis Harrison, Lepperton: Well, little stranger, we are glad to hear from you again. We got such a surprise and everybody ran to see who the new member was! Soon the garden will be scented like a. jar of pot-pourri, for daphne and narcissi are just coming out

Marion Sherson, Oaonui: Your little pink letter was welcome at the Hut, for we love getting new members. You must be a busy little girlie with two little people to look after. Baby Margaret sends her love to them and asks you to tell us what their names are next time you write. ,

Joyce Priest, Pungarehu: Kitten is very brave to dare to touch magpie’s food, for his beak is very sharp and long. Does your magpie think that everything that shines belongs to him ? There is a new kind of competition this week, one for around the fire at night, and we hope you will be able to solve it. “Skylark,” Omoana: Poor little pigs! Billikins wants to know if they have rooted up the pig-sty. yet, for they are most destructive. Your three-wheeled cart must be more amusing than the twins’ four-wheeled one, which is only occasionally a three-wheeler. I hope you get a pen-friend.

“Desert Gold,” Rawhitiroa: The Hut folk have never seen a pukeko and were surprised to hear that yours were so tame that they come right up to the house. Boxthorn berries are so pretty and we often wish we could make a necklace of them, but they are far too “squashy.” Pat O’Neill; Ngaere: You have already joined the Wendy Hut, Pat, so it is not necessary to be enrolled again. Would you like “Snipit” for a name for your kitten ?

Rita Kilbride, Lowgarth: Welcome to the Hut, Rita. Baby Margaret is very pleased because you have so many sisters and brothers because she says they will all be Tinks someday. No one else has that- pen-name, so you may have it, Rita, although white butterflies are not very popular among the cabbages, are they ?

Margaret Kilbride, Lowgarth: We wefe not expecting another new member today from your part of the world and this is such a nice surprise. We christen you Queen of the Fairies, Margaret, so put on your golden crown and tell us a fairy story.'

“Waratah,” Tirimoana: Tinker Bell shook the mop outside and it disturbed a handsome “Red Admiral” butterfly; it fluttered across the garden, like a lovely jewel,, and perhaps has stopped to rest in your garden by this time. The doll’s dress sounds' most elaborate. “Bellbird,” Midhirst: Almost every day a bell-bird sings in our garden, but we have never 'been able to see it yet. Baby Margaret did laugh to hear-how all the Tinks got tipped off the pony into the mud; she supposes that they were living up on the clothes line after they were washed.

“Clematis,” Radnor Road: The policeman was the only perfect one among all the other incorrect sketches, so you were quite right There is a pretty bootee pattern for your busy fingers on the other page, Bernice. Tinker Bell has made some like it and they are such dainty, woolly, little things. “Grasshopper,” Radnor Road: Your story of the duck made from a marrow has given the twins a new idea, so I very much doubt if we shall ever have any more marrows for dinner again. The seagulls are circling about inland to-day which means “Good-bye” to sunshine. I fear.

Eileen Morgan, Rahotu: What a dear little envelope came through the post for us to-day! We thought a fairy had sent it A fairy put some lovely violets in a vase on my table this morning; they are so perky and bright with raindrops glistening on them. Sylvia Bracegirdle, Kaimata: Baby brother is hardly old enough for a football yet, is he ? Baby Margaret has gone out with Teddy tucked under her arm and Topsy under the other; 1 hope they are not dropped in the mud too often. Betty Ure, Taurakawa: Such lots of moths come into the Hut these evenings, attracted by the light; some of them are so pretty, with gold dust on their wings and rubies for their eyes, when the light flashes on them. We hope you got away for your holiday, even if you had to pack out. Lois Jordan, Brooks Road: No, little Tink, we did not forget your birthday, and by now you should have the birthday card Billikins sent you. We are anxiously watching among the freesia leaves for the very first touch of cream but,' so far/ there is not a sign of a flower.

Betty Morgan, Rahotu: Have you discovered the first primrose in your den yet? Hut gardener and Billikins are on their hands and knees weeding the lawn and Baby Margaret says they look like two big bears. Is dolly’s scarf finished yet? Mary Bilski, New Plymouth: Have you ever done any cross-stitch? Hut dressmaker says you can make such pretty teapot and kettle-holders in cross-stitch. I can hear a football thudding, so Billikins must have finished his lessons for to-day and joined his friends for a game. “Viola-lily,” Taurakawa: So your little letter has come to us through those mountains of mud! What a glorious time the Hut family would have making mud-pies up. where you live! A thrush iis sitting vn.his favourite perch, the. tip iof a rhododendron tree, and his song 'sounds almost like a whistle, so joyous is he. ; “Star Fairy,” Taurakawa: Our chrysanthemums are contentedly leaning up against their sticks, enjoying the rest after so much buffeting against the wind. Does the wind ever lift off your little hat and tease you by bowling it along just in front of you? Some of the Hut folks’ hats are birds nests by now. “Woody,” Mangamingi: We nearly sent this to Hawera by mistake. All the'Tinks have returned home from their holidays, full of energy and glowing with health, ready to begin lessons again. A very watery sun is shining through my window, wondering whether to. stay in of come out; I wonder if I can persuade him out “Snap-dragon,” Radnor Road: Perhaps “Ginger” thought he had better pretend to be asleep after being naughty enough to pull out all your knitting. I suppose you just laughed and knitted it up again. Baby Margaret has gone for a little walk with Tinker Bell and will bring me home an armful of leaves and berries and pretty weeds. Winnie Bezzant, OkaU: Another new Tink 1 Welcome to you, Winnie, and we hope to hear from you quite often. We have not had a frost for a long time and the sandflies are getting busy again in this mild weather. Have you felt them ? Patricia Cook, Huinga: Good-morning, little stranger ! The Hut folk think birthday parties are great fun, for they are allowed icing and also they may stay up a little later on birthdays. Tinker Bell saw a quail on the lawn this morning; he strutted away so quickly when he heard her; he looked like a mechahical toy. Hazel James, Tariki: Although the sun has not set yet, I can see curling wisps of smoke against the trees in the distance; I suppose little Tinks are sitting close up to fires doing their homelessons. I can hear the trit-trot of horses hooves on metal; perhaps it is “Bimbo” coming home aftpr taking the twins for a ride. Frances Souness, Inaha: Wj are glad you have decided to join our family of Tinks, Frances, and we hope you will enjoy it as much as we will. We have some scarlet pimpernels standing up in a bright little clump against one of the' stone steps in the garden, nodding brightly in the wind.