ZEALOUS "BETTY ZANE" RETURNS

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 74, Issue 138, 13 June 1931, Page 16 (Supplement)

ZEALOUS "BETTY ZANE" RETURNS

Dear Wendy, I humbly apologise for being absent from Letterland for such a long time, but. Wendy dear, if you can find it in your big heart, to forgive your naughty Ite, well, I will jump for joy. Although I have not written. I have not forgotten all my fellow Ites and you, Wendy, our much-loved leader. I am far too proud a member to ever forget you all and to neglect our page. Am 1 absolved? To-day is our re-union, is it. not, Wendy? My, how proud we must all feel. Fellow Ites 1 Where are you all? Come, quickly and let. us all give a big cheer for "our club.” One. two, three! Hip! Hip! Hurrah' For Wendy, our leader, this time. Ites! Hip! Hip! Hurrah! My! Oh, Wendy, what a din ; have you stopped up your ears? Come, Ites. let us disperse with all speed ; poor Wendy is getting overwhelmed. and no wonder either. Over 200<i in the Hut at once. Now that everything is quiet again. Wendy, I will continue. How do you like Sir John Frost, Wendy? At. the time of writing I am anything but friendly towards him, for the villian has nipped alt our beautiful chrysanthemums ; they are a!« black and withered now. Bad scran to him, as the Irish people say. Wendy, dear, how is our dear "Old Gran?” Please will you give her my very best love and all good wishes and tell her I do hope from the bottom of my heart that she will return to our midst, fully restored to health, very, very soon. What lovely letters our "Old Ben" writes; he does look a dear old man. I see we have a new hon. member. "Bi Nai,” which means brother, does it not? That's grand, isn’t it, Wendy? Welcome to our midst "Bi Nai." What a nice interesting letter our “Siale" writes ; it must be nice or the island where she lives. Wendy dear, I really must conclude, with all good wishes to rny fellow Ites, and heaps of love as ever to you, Wendy, hoping I am forgiven. —Ever your affectionate Ite. “BETTY ZANE.” Okoia. I knew, dear, you would not forget us, although I must confess I did remark to Sir Richard upon your absence. You «ee. I wondered if perhaps you were ill. Dear ine, but what a loud cheer, and for me, too. You flatter me, dear. Jack Frost is a scamp, but according to our horticulturists a necessity. He is said to destroy much insect life that would in turn destroy our beautiful flowers and vegetables, were they left, to thrive. He has a use, you see. 1 have news of “Old Gran." It is not good, for it telle of further complications, Niue is indeed a wonderful Isle. —Wendy.