AUNT HILDA S LETTER.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18889, 12 October 1929, Page 18 (Supplement)

AUNT HILDA S LETTER.

Gipsy Wisdom. If people do not know much, do not laugh at them; tor every single one knows something you do not. —Gipsy Proverb. THE FOUR COURTS OF SPRING. MR BUMBLE’S NARROW ESCAPE. JJEAR LITTLE PEOPLE,— Queen Spring has been holding some very fashionable courts recently, as many of you must have noticed. Now, the regulations for court dresses are usually very strict, skirts must be a certain length, neck-lines must be a certain shape, and other details have to conform to the wishes of the Queen. But this year, she thought she would only be strict about the colour and the wearers could please themselves about the design of their frocks. The first court was a very select affair, and the colour scheme was restricted to white with touches of green. It was held quite early in August, and only very few of the flowers could wear white at that time So there were Miss White Aubretia, Miss Nancy Snowflake, Miss Pauline Snowdrop, and Madam White Crocus at it. The weather was cold, too, so the first court was not an outstanding social success. The next, the Queen decided, should be yellow. " Hurrah," said the daffodils; “ this is our turn." "And ours,” said the jonquils and early pansies. “And ours," said the pussy willows and the first violas. “ And if I hurry, I shall be in time, too.” said the yellow iris. “ I'm in this,” buzzed a great yellow bumble bee. Straightway he began to brush his whiskers and straighten up his back wings. So the second court was a much greater success than the first, and the Queen of Spring was very pleased. There were crowds and crowds of debutantes to be presented and, as the weather was much warmer, there were also crowds of guests. Ever so many flower-people managed to get their new spring frocks finished in time. While the court was in progress, the Yellow Bumble Bee crowded so near that he stood on the Queen’s little toe! He reallv had no business to be so near, but he forgot all his etiquette when he saw all the lovely little flower-girls with whom he hoped to flirt later on. “Remove that fellow!” commanded the Queen to a courtier Spider. But Mr Bumble was much too fast for Mr Spider, and he lost no time in buzzing away from the Queen's august toe, and all the rest of that court, he kept a safe distance from Mr Spider. The third court was a very rich-looking affair, for the colour chosen was purple, royal purple. To this came the violets, the pansies, the irises and the purple aubretias. It was quite a success socially, but all those who attended the whole four agreed that the last was the daintiest and the most beautiful in every way. The colour scheme was pink and white, and to this one came the apple-blossoms, the peaches and apricots, the pears and the plums To it, too, came the camellias, and all the flowering shrubs. There were several dozen to be presented and the ’Queen found it took a much longer time than any of the others. She found herself admiring the dresses and forgetting to push on with the ceremonies. •11 T u is fo * urth co Y t * s in progress this week, as a glance at the gardens will show you, and there is every likelihood of its being prolonged for Mr e ß^ir^hi^ e J‘li ek f We Can u atch a , nd see how !t progresses, and I hope you? “ m PlCaSe remember to kee P right off the Queen’s toe, don’t Love to all my little readers —