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Timaru Herald, Volume CXL, Issue 20261, 9 November 1935, Page 13

DEAREST LITTLE PEOPLE, The sun was shining so brightly and the garden was looking so fresh and gay and inviting that I could stay indoors no longer. So I picked up a cushion and a favourite book and went and sat beneath a large banksia that was aglow with delicate, creamygold blossom. And Michael, who had been unsuccessfully stalking birds at the bottom of the garden, came and sat beside me. I had not been reading long when suddenly, with a flash of rainbow wings, a big Red Admiral butterfly settled on the toe of my shoe. “Oh, you beauty!” I murmured, leaning forward to admire its lovely wings, and quite forgetting Michael, whose tail twitched with excitement, and who crouched, ready to spring. Then, before I could stop him, he leapt forward, and dashed the lovely fragile creature to the ground. “Stop!” I shouted, in a voice of thunder, as he was raising his paw to crush it to death, and, leaning forward, I cuffed him soundly on the ears. With an indignant howl at such outrageous treatment from me, he rushed away aiid sat and sulked behind a clump of lupins at the other side of the garden. I looked tp see if the butterfly was badly hurt, » • , .y*. astonishment, for there, y v 4d«lsffirerf a kneeling beside the frightcomforting it and mending eyes and, shading the sun [/ from them, leaned forward to look again; but alas, the butterfly and the fairy had vanished, and there, at my feet, where they had been, lay a tumbled banksia rose, J its golden petals shining J jOSJX. f nyu. softly in the sunlight. 1 * LOVE. 2 P.S.—I wish to thank lan and Colin Hewson, Bluecliffs, for the bunch of lovely flowers they sent me. I also wish to thank the nice little person who sent me the pretty sweet-peas and the holly, and the kind person who sent me the large parcel of good things.—P.P. S