THE WENDY HUT

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume LXXXIII, Issue 19846, 21 May 1927, Page 22 (Supplement)

THE WENDY HUT

TINKER BELL TALKS ABOUT WENDY'S BOOM You ask me to tell you of Wendy’s room Well. Well, perhaps I will try! It’s a sunny room, where no shadows loom, except little grey ones that pry into the corners, or over the desk where the papers are all awry! The colours are sunny in Wendy’s foom —they’re all soft golden and blue. There’s a big armchair; there are pictures rare, and flowers of every hue. Those pictures—l wonder if you can guessf—they’re made up of snapshots of you! There’s a great big table in Wendy’s room—all gleaming and polished bright —-where she writes her notes; or else sits and gloats when everything seems to go right. There’s a welcoming smile in Wendy’s room; not a frown —not ever so slight! There’s music galore in Wendy’s room; the music that she loves best. And sometimes she ’ll say, at the close of day: “Come, Tink, let’s have a good rest; let’s play to the birds, the trees and the flowers, while the sun sinks into the west. ’ ’

Come along, when you’re sad, to Wendy’s room; you’ll find new pleasure and hope Soft breezes will blow and friendship will glow, and no one will sit down and mope We’ll wander away to the gardens gay, and climb up a mossy green slope, and listen while birds sing: 1 ‘Good-night to you! Kind dreams, and soft, sweet repose. ’Twill not be long ’ere we wake you with song, and dawn tinges pink the wild rose.” —Love From Tink.