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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 75, Issue 13, 16 January 1932, Page 16 (Supplement)

“I WONDER HOW MANY ITES KNOW ME?” ASKS ‘‘DANCING SUNBEAM.”

Dear Wendy,—Just another of your truant Ites returned to Letterland. As you will see by the address we have shifted since you last heard from me. I have a lot of used stamps and wonder if they would be of any use to you. Work and music take up most of my time now. I must ask forgiveness for playing truant so long, but I have had such a lot of things to do that I have not had time to write. I would like a pen-friend between 17 and 18, a girl preferred, who will write first. And would also like the address of an overseas pen-friend. The Ites seem to be having a lot of fun in discovering one another’s real names. I wonder how many Marton Ites know me? I am trying to persuade “Mousie Crusoe” to stop playing truant and write, but, so far I have not been successful. 1 am having holidays at present, and am enjoying them very much. Christmas is now over, and only the happy memories linger. I hope you and all the Ites spent a very jolly time during Christmas and the New Year. Well. Wendy, I must close as it is dinnertime. With best love to yourself and all the Ites.—From “DANCING SUNBEAM,” Marton.

Goodness me, but you have sprung a surprise upon me this week, dear. Why, you now live in the same street as our “Stranger.” The stamps would be welcome, dear. I will see if I can get you a pen-friend. Will you please give “Mousie Crusoe” my love, dear. Yes, I spent a happy time during the festivities and Santa Claus does not seem to have forgotten anyone. Write again soon, won’t you.—Wendy.

“IDO WISH WE HAD AN ‘AUNTY’ IN MATAROA,” SAYS “MISS NEW ZEALAND.”

Dear Wendy,—A happy New Year to you, and I hope you are well. Did you have a nice Christmas? I did. We had a lovely Christmas tree and some little children visiting us; wo had lovely games and walks and beautiful weather. I received a nice big watering can in my stocking, and I hung Rosie’s sox (my doll) up and she got a nice dress piece. We bought our cats a piece of fish each for their Christmas dinner, as they love it. We wanted them to have a nice dinner .also. I have been way for a week. The Ites in Wendytown are lucky to be having a big picnic, are they not? I do wish we had an “Aunty” in Mataroa who would start a picnic going, it would be such fun. I will close now. With love to yourself and all the other Ites. —From “MISS NEW ZEALAND,” Mataroa.

How pleased I am to hear that you spent such a wonderfully happy time during the festivities. Goodness, but Santa was kind to you, too. Fancy, a watering can! Just the thing you have wanted I’ve no doubt. It was lovely of you to think of a treat for the cats. I wonder if any of our Mataroa grownup Ites would be like our “Aunty” of Wendytown? Perhaps some day we shall have one.—Wendy.

“DID YOU HANG UP YOUR STOCKING,” ASKS ‘NIL DESPERANDUM/

Dear Wendy,—Thank you for printing my birthday greetings. Isn’t it nice to see our names in the paper, Wendy? A happy New Year to you, Wendy, and I hope you had a lovely time at Christmas. Did you hang up your stocking, and what did you get in it? The weather is lovcley now and wo children go to the river and have games down there and go up to the bush, too. I am going to write to “Deerstalker” for next mail, as’’he wants me to. I have two dear little pups to look after and feed every day and they know me. I will close now, Wendy, with ‘ ve and kisses to you and the Ites.—From “NIL DESI JRANDUM,” Mataroa.

It is jolly indeed to see our names in the paper. It is such fun searching all the columns for them, too, isn’t it? Thank you for your good wishes, I send my own to you, too. I received lots and lots of things in my stocking. Too many for me to tell you here, dear. How lovely to play by the river and in the bush. I love the bush, don’t you? Will you please tell mother I thank her for her little note. It is good of her and you are lucky to have such a kind and thoughtful mother. — Wendy. “LAUGHING LILAC” WOULD NOT MISS PICNIC. Dear Wendy,—l am not going to write a very big letter this week, but as “Aunty” wishes to compile a list of names f those intending to attend the Wendy picnic I thought I would ■write and ask you to put my name n th 3 list, as I would not miss it " r anything, unless anything unforeseen happened. Will you tell “Aunty” that I will help her in any way I can, and tell her also that I am going to give a prize for one of the events, and that I will bring it with me when I go down. “Aunty” may decide for herself as to which event it is to bo awarded. I see “Silvcrwings” is wondering who “Lily of Laguna” is. I know who she is, but I don’t know whether she knows me or not. I also know “Bright Blue Heaven,” who recently joined. I knew at once who she was by reading her letter. Well, Wendy, I must go as it is getting late. Heaps of love.—From “LAUGHING LILAC,” Taihape. Now, dear, that is really splendid of you. ‘Aunty” will be delighted to have your help, and as for giving a prize yourself, I think you are a perfect dear. I shall draw “Aunty’s” attention to your letter. Sir Ernest Endeavour has decided to wait until the Ites have recommenced school before conferring honours. He thinks it wisest because so many are away on holidays at present.—Wendy.

‘TWINKS’ AND ‘DEERSTALKER* SPENDING HAPPY HOLIDAYS TOGETHER. Dear Wendy,—am so sorry for not writing to you before, but I am too lazy for anything. “Deerstalker” is staying with “Fido” and I an- - * wo have good fun, I can tell you. We go out fishing to pass the time away and wo have good fun. It’s raining like one thing to-night, but I hope it : fine tomorrow, as I want to take “ eerstalker” to town and show him around Bulls. I am now going to tell you a funny joke. It is about Pat and Mike who were boasting about how hot it was. Mike said it was so hot in Africa that the sun singed his hair. “Pooh! ” Mike said, “it was so hot on an island that he had to feed the fowls with ice c cam to stop them from laying boiled eggs.” I will close now.— I am, your loving Wendy ite, “TWINKS,” Bulls. Oh but what a happy time you and “Deerstalker” must be having together. You will both be very sorry when the time comes for you to say good-bye. What a joke! —Wendy. “FANCY. FIVE WEEKS OF HOLIDAYS GONE ALREADY.” SAYS “AUTUMN VIOLET.” Dear Wendy, —How the time flies, fancy five weeks of our holidays gone already. At Castlecliff on Sr ’ay the Garrison Band played, while people strutted about the sand, letting the background of blue, or greeny grey water, with its fring of surf, giving a note of realism to their garb. The rain has been threatening and it has been very dull. I must close now, as I have no more news. With love to you and all the Ites. —I remain, yours sincerely, “AUTUMN VIOLET,” Gonville.

Yes, dear, the holidays soon pass by, indeed. I was at the beach ai 1 listened to the band, too. It is lovely to have music at the seaside, im’t it? One picnic is being held by “Aunty” at Ohingaiti, another picnic that may be held here is not decided upon.—Wendy.

“HUT’S BIGGEST SISTER” SENDS WISHES TO AUNTY FOR HAPPY PICNIC DAY. Dearest Wendy,—Well, you will be surprised to hear from this lazy Ite so soon, but I thought I would write a few lines before next Letterland day. I was pleased to hear you received my parcel and card I sent you. I see in last Saturday’s paper where “Auntie” is holding her picnic on the 27th. Well, “Aunty,” I wish yo all sorts of luck and hope you have a fine day. I won’t be able to come, as my work keeps me at home. Out at service it’s hard to get off at times, but best wishes for a happy day. I was surprised when 1 read “P.D.’s” letter, because on Wednesday, 6th., I could have spoken to him, but at the time I did not know he was a Wendyite. Next time, though, if I am not too shy, I will speak to him. I have never met “PjD., ” so I suppose now he wonders who I am? But lam often 4 n Mangaweka. Every other Friday is my day out. I can guess one trip he is going to tell you about, which he took with “Blue Rainbow’s” father- New Year’s Day I had the pleasure of playing tennis with “Lily of Laguna.” She had never played before, but she was getting very good before she knocked off, but all the same we had a good laugh at her to start. She is a good sport and took it in good part. We are having beautiful weather here at present; to-day all the children here went for a bathe, and all thought it was a wonderful treat. I see where “Pink Petal’s” birthday greetings where in the birthday book, but she never writes these days. Next time I see her I will ask her to write again. I know her very well. Well, dear Wendy, I must close now, so best wishes for the New Year. Hoping yourself and Ites are all well. Your ever loving Ite, “HUT’S BIGGEST SISTER,” Wendytown.

I am indeed pleased to have your welcome letter this week, dear. I, too, hope our “Aunty’s” picnic will be a great success- You will set our “P.D.” aguessing now. Do not be afraid to speak to him, for he will be ever so happy to know you. Thanks,. if you will, I would love to hear again from our “Pink Petals.” My wishes to you too, dear.—Wendy.

“COUNTRY MOUSE” WONDERS IF OUR BAND NUMBERS 3000 YET.

Dear Wendy,—Just a shor note to thank you very much for forwarding “Old Gran’s” card and gift on to me. I miss your page very much now that I don’t get it sent up to me. Have you reached the 3000th mark yet? I am encloscing a note to “Old Gran”; would you mind sending it on to her? Hoping you had a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year. —Your old Ite, “COUNTRY MOUSE,” Otorohanga. So pleased, dear, to hear that you received the card and letter safe’/ from “Old Gran.” We have not yet reached the 3000th mark but it is very close now. I will see that “Old Gran” receives your letter safely. Thanks for the stamps and your wish. I send you my own, too. —Wendy. “BROWN WALLFLOWER” SENDS ACCOUNT OF SANTA’S VISIT TO TAIHAPE. Dear Wendy,—l am sorry I did not write sooner, but we have been very busy haymaking. Some friends of mother’s came to my aunt’s place last Monday night. They had been in New Plymouth for a few days, but they live in Auckland. I received a Christmas card from “Queen Starlight,” and 1 hope she receives the one I sent her. My friend and I are going to go and get some plums for jam to-morrow, and we hope it will be fine. My Uncle hopes the rain will keep off till he gets his hay in. We have all the hay that is cut in the shed. I see where “Bright Blue Heaven” has joined. I hope her sister and a friend of hers will join, too. The number of Ites in the Hut must be increasing. Does it depend on your ago whether you are a Tiny, Junior or Senior, or is it the number of years you have been in the Hut 1 am very tired to-night and as I have 1 to be up early I will close with love— From “BROWN WALLFLOWER.” C.W.K., Taihape. P.S.—I nearly forget to tell you about Father Christmas. He arrived by the midday train the Saturday before Christmas. As soon as he alighted he was mobbed by the children. The police had to help him to get on his lorry from which he threw bags of sweets as he was driven through the town. He had his Christmas-tree at Mr Barnard’s, where the children got many nice things.—“B.W. ” I am pleased, dear, to have your welcome letter. I wondered how you fared, but then I thought that perhaps you were busy. Yes, dear, our membership is increasing at an alarming paceSoon now I will be able to announce the enrollment of our 3000th Itc. Your status as Tiny, Junior or Senior is according to your age. You arc now a Junior, dear. What a wonderful reception Santa received.—Wendy.

HERE I AM JUST CREEPING IN,” SAYS ‘‘SOMEBODY’S SWEETHEART.”

Dear Wendy, —Well, here I am just creeping in through the half-closed door, trying to find excuses for my long

absence. Sunday 10th, “8.8. P. and myself went to pay a visit to ‘ ‘ White-Forget-me-not,” and we stayed until 5 o’clock, although I had made up my mind not to stay long; but that is as far as it got. I hope that to-morrow is fine as I might go to Kai Iwi beach with “8.8. P. and his sister. Have you been there, Wendy? I have not, so am looking forward to it. I received a letter from a friend in Rongotea. She is on a farm and does not like it. They have 20 heifers and a bull, so I am glad that I am not there where the bull is, as I don’t like being chased by one of them. She knows some of our Ites, but they do not know her. Some time next month I am going to a farm in Dannevirke. but there is no bull there, and later on I am going to Norsewood for awhile, so I suppose I will be playing tennis and going to all the dances that are on. I don’t think. I might play tennis but I won’t start dancing as I do not like it. Well, Wendy, some of the Ites are getting found out, aren’t they? “Private Detective’’ isn’t a mystery to some, but he is to me. 1 think I will have to watch out and find out their pen-names for myself. Well, Wendy, I think that it is about time 1 brought this rubbish to an end.—From “SOMEBODY SWEETHEART,” Wan- • ganui.

How lovely to go and pay our “White Forget-me-not” a visit. The time soon passes by, doesn’t it? Bulls are not gentle creatures by any means, are they? I do not like them either. Yes, lots of our Ites are being found out. No one seems to be able to keep their identity for long. You must tell me about your visit to the farm. — Wendy.

“THE HUT’S GRAND-DAUGHTER” RETURNS AFTER LONG ABSENCE. Dea- Wendy,—Hullo’ Hullo! Here is another Ite returning after playing the truant for months. Well, Wendy, to tell you the truth I do not find much time for letter-writing, but I will try to write more regular after this. Having made all my excuses I will start to talk about something else. What is the weather like in Wanganui? It is a nice day hc r e. but on Sunday it was something awful for it was raining and blowing all day long. It made nearly all our tomatoes go black. I am a bit late Wendy, but still I hope you had a happy New Year. We have an awfully wild cow, Wendy. We can’t get near it to legropc it, so we leave a long rope on its leg, and wo just get hold of it and legrdpo it that way. What is your garden like, Wendy?? Ours is coming along nicely now. Everybody says ours is the best in Marton Junction. Wc arc -ating our own potatoes, beans and peas. Well, Wendy, as news is scarce I will close. With heaps of love and kisses.—From “THE HUT’S GRAND-DAUGHTER,” Marton Junction. Dear, me, but here you are. I am pleased to have you with us, dear. I thought maybe you had forgotten all about us. The weather has been fair here, dear. A little too hot some days, while others agnin are a little too chilly. Thank you for your wish; I send you my own, too. My garden is just lovely at present. How proud you must be of yours.—Wendy. LONG-TRUANT “SHEIK OF OKIRAE” PAYS A CALL. Dear Wendy,—l hope you will forgive me for not writing to you before. Wendy, this is the first time I have had a chance to write to you. I was at Kai Iwi for my holidays, staying with my uncle and during my holiday there I met lots of our Wendy Hut Itos. I went to tho Kai Iwi fancy dress ball and to my surprise I bumped right into “Pine-cone” and “Silver Brook.” We danced right up till daybreak. Wendy, I was in town New Year’s Eve. “Okirae” was with me, too. Who do you think I saw, Wendy? Well, here’s their names: they are “Mick,” “Kai-Uki-Tepai,” “Moerangi,” “O.K. Pal” and “Mick.” “Kai-Uki-Tepai ” was with “Okirae” and I w r as with them half the night. Then VOkirae” and I went to a dance. The dancing didn’t finish till two o’clock tho next morning. We then went home, but “Okirae” loft with friends the same night to g< on a holiday. Oh! isn’t she lucky, Wendy? “Hop-along-Hop” is having a long holiday, too.; he is spending hif holiday in Rangitikei. I wished it was me. Wendy dear, I hope you will excuse me for writing in pencil, as I don’t possess ink at the moment. Now. I wonder who this “Rangi-Kahu” is, for I sec he is one of our 2YA party. I am a member of the 2YA party myself. I think I can guess who “RangiKahu” is. Well, Wendy, I think it’s time I should give the pencil a rest, so I will send you my best wishes and love to you and all the Ites.—From “SHEIK OF OKIRAE,” Kauangaroa. I am pleased beyond measure, ..car, to have your welcome letter after such a long absence. How jolly to meet some of your co-Ites at Kai Iwi. Goodness, but what a jolly time you spent at the dance. You must have been tired when you arrived home. Now, I wonder can you really guess “ RangiKahu’s” idei’ity? I w’ill sec if I car get you a pen-friend —Wendy.

“I WONDER WHAT THIS YEAR WILL BRING?” ASKS ‘ALADDIN.*

Dear Wendy,—l am sorry I have not been writing to you but 1 had to stop for some weeks and seeing it was near New Year I waited. Well, Wendy, we have three little kittens. On Sunday morning we went to Kai Iwi beach by car. We also had our lunch there. It was lovely in the water, we made sand castles and all sorts of things. Well, Wendy, I had a lovely birthday cake for my birthday on the 12th. Some of the children’s letters are very interesting to read. I wonder what this year is going to bring? I hope we will not have so much rain. While I am writing this letter my little sister is playing with the kittens; they are three weeks old, and she thinks it is lovely. All the holidays I have been helping mother do the dishes, make the beds, fold the washing and bring it in. Now, I must close- Love.—From “ALADDIN,” Moumahaki.

How pleased I am to have your wrelcome letter, dear, after such a long absence. I wondered what could have happened to you. The kittens aro playful wee mites, aren’t they? What a jolly time you must have had at the beach. Goodness, but I can see you had a jolly birthday. How good of you to help mother with her work. 1 do think it splendid.—Wendy.

“I AM GLAD THERE ARE NO ‘P.D.’s* ” IN WAVERLEY,” SAYS “THISTLEDOWN.”

Dear Wendy,—l am very sorry that I took up so much space the week before last, and that you had to hold part of my letter over. In future, I will not let it occur again and will follow up the rules as a true-blue Ite. I see where a few of our members are wondering what has become of our

“Cows.” Well, Ites and Wendy, don’t laugh w'heu I tell you this, but “Cows” has returned to Bulls. Her brother told me a long while ago that she had gone back. Most likely she has plenty to do and cannot find leisure time for letter-writing. How’ever, let's hope we will soon see her cheery letters appear withip the Hut’s portals again. While in town yesterday I ran full tilt into “Wood Violet” and “Rambling Rose.” I. had not seen them for quite an age, and they wanted to know who “Wood Violet's' Sweetheart” was, but they went away none the wiser. She (“W.V.S.”) seems a mystery to all the Waverley Ites. I am glad that there is no “Private Detective” in Waverley. We got our hay in on Thursday evening; we haven’t very much, but with four men it did not take very long. At least, there were five with me, but I don’t coun J myself as one of the helpers, because I kept them going and did most of the joking and gig gling. and got in the road, etc. They did say once that I’d be better at hom< but I enjoyed myself. Next morning when 1 got up I found I had a cold, so being out hay-making doesn’t agree with me. By the way, when are the C.W.F' ’s going to be given out? Well, this is only a note this week, but they are all crowding out here eating toffee and gooseberries, so I guess that if I don’t hurry up and shake a leg I won’t get any. " That would be a terrible catastrophe. So cheerio. —“THISTLE* DOWN,” Waverley. Oh, so that is where our “Cows” is now. I expect we shall soon hear from her again. I hope so for her letters are missed. You are lucky not to have a “P.D.” or there would be no mysterious identities in Waverley. I am glad the hay is all safely harvested. When everyone has returned from holidays Si’ Ernest will award his honours. Oh, but you must not be late for the * ‘goodies. ’ ’ —Wendy.

‘OUR DAY”: WEDNESDAY. JANUARY 27.

“MADAME X” OUTLINES PROGRAMME FOR WENDYTOWN’S PICNIC.

Dear Wendy.—l am enclosing some coupons for “Gold-digger of Broadway” which she was inquiring for, and I have to thank “Hut’s Matron” for certificates sent to me. “Ben.” you are a very real magician. Those bulbs from the land of the Zuyder Zee will surely always afford me great pleasure: and who but a magician would have tlought of bestowing upon 44 Aunty” the freehold of an arcadian picnic fround for all her nieces and nephews to desport themselves on? We, your humble subjects, thank you! Now. I have a few words to say about “Aunty’s” picnic. In case any outsiders do not know it. will you please put on the Notice Board that the day is fixed for Wednesday, 27th inst. and will everyone (from Wendytown) bring ?. basket and their own cup? We held a meeting at “Aunty’s” which terminated satisfactorily, many prizes being promised for races and offers of help in sundry necessary matters. I would like it to be known that I myself am offering a prize to the Ite who has come the longest way on that day to our picnic. “Betty Zane,” we thank you for your gift, and we will be delighted to conform to your wish. “Aunty” may be writing to you again this week. Wendy, but she wished me to write this in case she could not as not many Saturdays remain in which to inform your Ites of picnic matters. The “P.D.” has promised us all his help on “Our Day” and as he usually works like a trojan in sporting matters we are “dooly” grateful. Well, I think I have said my say now, and haven’t left anything of importance out. Except this, I would like to hear the “Mice” family say they will not 44 start in early” in our Wendy town cupboards on the night of th; 26th; it may prove an awful temptation to them as I am sure there will be a great and scrumptious odor abroad in the land on the 26th. from all pasties and macaroons, etc., etc., being baked. Hullo there. 44 Star of the Desert”! Station I.M.X. calling. We hope to see your cheery face amongst us on the 27th, and also your sisters. I’m sure you are all coming. Well. Wendy, 1 really must fly my dear. What a picnic if you attended. How about it? Cheerio everybody. A Happy New Year to you Wendy and all co-Ites. —Sincerely, “MADAME X.” Wendy town.

P.S.—The picnic starts at 10 a.m. I thank you, dear for the coupons for 44 G01d-digger of Broadway.” I will give all attention to your request, dear. I do hope it will be a lovely day for so great an occasion as 44 Aunty’s” picnic. Do you know if our worthy Mr. Stent will be giving his valuable assistance this year? I have a request to make of you, too. Will you read my letter of this issue for particulars, please? It is to be a surprise for everyone gathered at the picnic. I wish I could come, but Wednesday is my most busiest day. Never mind; some other time perhaps.—Wendy.

•MOTHER-IN-LAW” FEELS TEMPTED TO LAY TRAP FOR “MIA.”

Well. Wendy dear, you ’ll think I am rather late with my wishes, but never mind we do 4 4 Wish you all a very bright and happy New Year” and hope you have had an enjoyable Christmas, as we all have. I was gardening last night staking peas, in fact, when one of those persistent 4 4 Mice” ran out from amongst the greens and made me hop. I hope the picnic won’t be too long, as I’ll feel tempted to set those

traps Now, Wendy, we are all getting anxious about the picnic and have been awaiting our orders from “Aunty,” and 44 Aunty” has not been able to get out and issue orders. Now. if you hear of 4 4 Aunty” being abducted please don’t call in the 44 P.D.” or “Mr. Bobby,” as 44 Aunty”

will only be with a band of her loyal > Ites. arranging about our picnic. It is the only way that I can see and I have a few trusty Ites ready to help in an emergency, so look out “Uncle” or

you’ll find 4 4 Aunty” missing. 44 Queen of Hearts” and I rode out over the Makohine Gorge into the 4 4 Wild West Country” to visit a little lady and we had a very nice day indeed. The views we glimpsed from the hill tops and the lovely scenery in the gorge itself fully repaid us for our long and tiring ride, and then the hearty reception we received when we arrived away at the back, well, it made for us a day to be remembered. We even heard a bellbird on the way out and that is a treat we don’t often get. If you have not heard from 4 4 Madame X” lately just blame it on to the wireless, as I know 44 Madame” has been listening-in. We took some kiddies to a free entertainment in Hunterville, given by Mr. Bowick for local school children and there was a 44 Mickey Mouse” picture included in the programme, and you ought to have heard the recefftion the rising generation gave it, it seems as though “Mickey” is a popular sort of a mouse. I ’ll conclude with kindest regards to all. Yours sincerely 4 4 MOTHER-IN-LAW, ’ ’ WendytownMany thanks, dear, for your kindly wishes. I send you my own, too. Goodness, but what a scare that mouse must have given you. Well, I do hope no one but my Ites run off with 44 Aunty.” That would never do. What a gorgeous rido you had. 44 Mickey Mouse” is always a firm favourite with the young folk, isn’t he? Thanks for stamps and little note, dear.—Wendy. “SMOKE FROM BUSHFIRES EVERYWHERE.” SAYS “BETTY BLY.” Dear Wendy,—How are you getting on? This letter leaves me quite well at the time of writing. My aunty and uncle came up from Wellington the day before Christmas Eve, and are going home on Saturday; we are going down to stay at their place. Well, Wendy, I wish you a bright and happy New Year, and I hope you had i merry Christmas. Father Christmas brought me a camera and a film. I will be very glad when school starts again. I will be in Standard IV. when I go back. On New Year’s Day we all went up to the baths. We arrived there at 11.15 a.ra. and arrived home safely at 4.45 p.m. There are a lot of bu h fires around and there is smoke everywhere. This is all for now.—From 4 4 BETTY BLY,” Utiku.

I am quite .well, thank you, dear, and I am pleased to hear you are also. How lovely to have your aunty and uncle to stay with you. I hope you spend a happy time while in the capital city. Thank you for your good wishes; I send you mine, too. How kind Santa was to you. A dear old gentleman, isn’t he? The smoke from the bush fires makes the air very sultry, doesn’t it?—Wendv.

“AND THE BULL CAME DASHING MADLY INTO THE SHED,” EXCLAIMS TOWNIE “TOPAZ.” Dear Wendy,—l am awfully sorry for not writing to you for such a long time, but I have beep studying for my exams. My industry has been rewarded for I have gained my proficiency. Thank you very much for enrolling me as an Ite, and also for my birthday greetings. Wendy, if you could see me now I think you would mistake me for a Maori girl, for, living near the beach and being a lover of sunbathing, I am as brown as could be. Yesterday we went hay-making (before I tell you about that I must let you know that I am on my annual holiday on the farm), and I am more orown than ever, if that could be possible. To-day the men were stacking the hay, and were working all afternoon and evening until eight, so aunty and T milked all the 22 cows. Some people say that we town folk don’t know one end of a cow from the other, but T think I must be a 4 4 countrified townie,” for I can leg rope and strip quite well. But I did one of the bravest things I have ever done, and that was to let the bull out of the paddock. Armed with a stick and accompanied by a dog, I quickly opened the gate and crouched well behind it. With a fluttering heart and shaky legs, I returned to the cowshed, highly pleased with myself, for the night before I was calmly sitting stripping a cow when the bull came dashing madly into the -hed. Aunty said my face went as white as a sheet, and she could almost hear the bones of my knees knocking. Well, Wendy, time is flying and I must say r -'d-bye, but not for long. I hope you had a merry Christmas. Love.—From 44 TOPAZ,” Wellington.

How very plcrsed I am to have vou with us this week, dear, and after such a long absence, too. I am glad you gained your proficiency. That's splendid indeed. Oh, but what a truly exciting time you must have had on the farm. I think I should have quaked at the knees, too, when the bull rushed into the shed. Do please write again soon, won’t you?—Wendy.

“FLUTTERING BUTTERFLY” DAILY WEARS HER BADGE.

Dear Wendy,—l hope you are quite well. The Weather Clerk is giving us lovely' weather just now. I received two lovely prizes from school. One was for good attendance. I never missed a day. 44 Pinecone” and I were just looking at the chums; they are great, are they not? “Pinecone” asked me over for dinner the other day; it was very nice indeed. Yesterday we went fishing and had lunch down by the sea. Are you going away for your holidays? We are chasing “Silver Brook” round the house, and writing in between. times. We went to hide in a bush and “Pinecone” pushed a branch down. I received a postcard from my pen-friend; it was very nice indeed. The roses are very pretty just now. 1 have been for many' swims this year. There is not much fruit this year for the wind swept most of the fruit off the trees. Wendy', could you give me five or six pieces of poetry? I do like poetry. I like pansies, too, and I have a few at home. My garden is full of weeds just now, and there seems no way' of keeping them down. Do you like gardening? I like it very much if you have things to work with. I am wearing my badge every day. We had a big fat joose for Christmas. I have three pages written now, so I must close. Love. —From vour Ite, 4 4 FLUTTERING BUTTERFLY,” Kai Iwi. I am quite well, thank you, dear. The Clerk has sent some lovely days indeed. How lovely to win the prizes. The chums do have some wonderful times indeed. I may take a holiday a little later. What games you had with “Pinecone.” I will sec if I cc • get you some small pieces of poetry. The weeds do grow quickly, don’t they? Oh, yes, I love gardening. It is one of my' favourite hobbies. That is splendid, dear, always wear your badge. The address you ask for is Miss Kathleen McQuin, Koeke, Mataroa.— Wendy. “MOREA’S” COUSIN SPRINGS SOMEWHAT OF A SURPRISE. Dear Wendy,—l think that it’s about time I thought about scribbling you a note to apologise for not writing for such a long time. Well, a great many' things have happened since I last wrote to you, but I can’t think how to start. Ah, well, I’ll start with Christmas. How did you spend yours. Wendy? You’ll laugh when you hear ours. On Christmas Eve 44 Rob Roy” and I were thinning carrots and on Christmas Day. in the afternoon, daddy asked 4 4 Rob Roy” and I to give him a hand to muster the sheep, as he was to start shear ing after Boxing Day, so we got them in (pretty hard work on a Christmas dinner), then we went through the bush to the lagoon where I pulled off my sandshoes and was wading past my knei in silt, but I didn’t mind the dirt, because there was a stream of clean water near, so when this sport failed to arouse me (“Rob Roy” would join me) I had a wash and put my shoes on again. We then scampered back to the yards where daddy was busy working. We aske<' him if we could catch the lambs for him. and he said yes. We hopped over the gate and were soon grabbing at the lambs. 4 4 Rob Roy” learned quickly, but I kept on getting into hot water for bruising them by catching them by the wool, but nevertheless we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves until daddy told us to go home and start to milk, so that he could finish the pen. I don’t think that I ever slept so well as I did that night. Yesterday my cousins from Nukumaru came down and I got quite a start when one of them said, 4 4 You write to the Wendy Hut under the name of 4 Morea’ and Robbie as 4 Rob Roy,’ don’t you now?” I shouted at the top of my voice, 4 4 Who told you we did?” “Oh, we just guessed,” was the astonishing answer. I think that one of them is 44 Irish Lily,” but I’m not sure of it. We didn’t have a very nice day for the school break-up, did we? In the morning I had to take my calf to Kaitoke (the calf I won second prize in the Calf Club with), but there was no show. I gained second place in my class. 44 Misty Morn” came first, as usual. I think that we are going to Nukumaru for the day, to I must go to bed now. Kia ora everybody.—From 4 4 MORE A,” Makirikiri Valley. Goodness, but what a busy time you had over the festivities. Very hard work is mustering, indeed. The lambs are dear mites, aren’t they? What a surprise your cousins sprang upon you. So 44 Misty Morn” came first in class, with you second. Gracious, but I am please' l for both are Ites. Yes, dear, all stamps are useful. See you enjoy yourself at Nukumaru.—Wendy.

HAPPY “WILL O’ THE WISP” WANDERS IN MAKE-BELIEVE LAND.

Dear Wendy,—Heavens!! I have just discovered I have made a most fearful, indeed drastic, mistake. Do you remember in my last letter I referred to “The Private Detective” as a 44 she,” well I noticed that you changed it to a “he,” when the letter came out in print. Thank you, Wendy; you have undoubtedly saved my life, but still I must own up and apologise to “P.D.” Ask 44 him” to please look in my letter and 44 he” will see a special little bit for 44 him.” “I apologise, 4 P. Detective’ for calling you a ‘she’ instead of a 4 he,’ but you must understand that a ‘she’ can easily be a detective, too, and therefore my mistake was quite a natural, if drastic, one. Thank you ‘P.D.’ if you accept my apology.” There, having got that little business cleared up. I can once more devote my time to you. It’s heavenly of you not to be cross with me, Wendy. Ninety-nine persons out of a hundred would have been, you know, but lucky for me, you’re the one hundredth. No, nothing half so exciting as “fearful monsters running away with me,” happened to me. Nothing more or less than an ordinary everyday ence, just work. Although it may be hard to believe, your naughty Ite does work (occasionally), if not always. I, somehow wish that a monster would “run away with me” now that I know someone as thrilling as Sir R. Elf would come to my rescue. It woiPd be lovely to be rescued by such a fair and handsome (?) knight as his lordship, Richard Elf. What a memory ii would make, quite worthy enough, to store away and to tell my grandchildren about ir future days. You know the style, “The time when dear grandma was rescued by a .” But what nonsense I’m talking, how can you put up with it. Wendy? and why don’t you stop me? But there, I’ll switch back again to really sensible and delightful phrases, clauses, sentences! We’ve been having splendid weather here, ideal for swimming and tennis (my favourite sports) and nearly every afternoon I swim, and in the evening I, and some friends, play tennis on the court at home. I really believe, in ading your answer to my letter, hat you are hinting at my prolonged absence from your realms, when you state that “We will not need ‘The P.D.’s services. We’ll remember, though, for future occasions.” It really sounds as if you would find “The P.D.’s” services necessary to root me out, should I ever disappear again. Perhaps being rescued by “A Private Detective” is more exciting than a knight in armour, but, who knows? I don’t know about a visit to your city being “a treat,” as I have been there hundreds of times (don’t forget my second name is exaggeration). Well, nearly that. I have also stayed at Castlecliff for various summer holidays, and I think it’s a jolly decent place, and you can have a lot of fun there. All the same, Wendy, it would be a change, I agree. You must be nearly losing your eyesight in reading this ilegible scrawl, so in kindness of heart I’ll ring off. Thank you for the space, Wendy. 1 am, the naughty prodigal, “WILL O’ THE WISP,” Marton.

Yes, near, I will draw “P.D.’s” attention to your apology, but I can assure you that “P.D.” would never ask it of you. Your whimsical nothings make good reading, dear. It is such running away with our thoughts and imaginings that make our Land of Make-believe the jolly place it is. Sir Richard Elf smiled broadly when I drew his attention to your letter. He wishes an old dragon would run off with you now. No, dear, a “detective” may place handcuffs upon your wrists. What then? I will ask “A Wyoming Wanderer. ’ ’ —Wendy. LUCKY “RED ROB THE ROVER” RECEIVES GIFTS FROM SANTA. Dear Wendy,—As “Wiltshire Moonshiner” is writing I thought I’d write, too. Father Christmas brough. me a Daisy air rifle and I have great fun with it. Also, 1 received an aeroplane that has a battery for the lights. I couldn’t write last term, as I board at the Friends’ School. To-day I was riding my tricycle when it fell to pieces, and I will have to get the engineer (dad) to fix it. 1 can swim and dive now. My brother made roe a boat out of a willow post and also a paddle, so I have fun with it. He and my sister usually swim across the river. “Wiltshire Moonshiner” wrote this as I write to slowly. With much love.— From “RED ROB THE ROVER,” Wanganui River. How jolly of you, dear, to write this week. Oh. I say, but how kind of Santa to bring you such splendid gifts. What lots of fun you will have. I hope daddy will be able to repair your cycle. What a blessing you were not injured by it breaking. I’m glad you have learned to swim and dive.— Wendy. DEAR OLD “PRIMROSE LASS’’ IN LAND OF LETTERS AGAIN. Dear Wendy, —It is a long time since I have written to you, so I hope you are quite well, and all the other Ites, too. I hope vou had a merry Christmas and I wish you a very happy New Year. I have been very busy writing letters, I haven’t finished yet! There isn’t really much news, although perhaps you would think there would be since I last wrote. Nothing outstanding happened last term that I can remember. There were the usual sports, examinations and prize-giving, but that happens at every school. I did not receive a prize, also I am afraid I did not come high up in my form this term. My work seems to have been worse instead of better. I don’t know why. Are you going away for your holidays, or perhaps you have had them. Wendy? I am going away to stay with some relations near Bulls. We shall be near the river, and about a mile from the sea; quite a nice place; wo went there last year. I wish it wouldn’t rain, I want to do some gardening, my garden is really disgraceful; but of course I have not been at home for such a long time, so I can’t expect it to keep tidy. Do you like gardening, Wendy? Our pony died a few days ago; we tried to get the veterinary surgeon but he was away. We think it must have been his teeth, he used to be so fat, but lately he had become much too thin. With heaps of love.—From “PRIMROSE LASS,” Marton. I am pleased, dear, to have your so welcome letter after such a long absence from our Hut. Thank you for your wishes, I send you mine, too. Never mind, never lose heart, just study hard and you will succeed, of that I am sure. I hope you spend a jolly time when you go on a visit to your relatives near Bulls. Oh, yes, I love gardening. It is a favourite hobby of mine. Oh, the poor pony. Perhaps his teeth may heve caused his decline.—Wendy.

“WE ARE A FINE PAIR WHEN WE GET TOGETHER,” SAYS “JUST JENNY.” Dear Wendy,—l’ve just discovered “Star o’ the Desert’s” letter. It’s quite true : bout “Simple Sarah” and myself driving the milk cart around in Feilding. We went up to our brother’s place for the day yesterday. By jove, you will think we’re a pair of hardcases after what “Star o’ the Desert” told you. “White Wattle” is quite an interesting pen-friend to write to. I went for a swim the other night and the water was lovely. “Simple Sarah” is my best pal and she is stopping here for the holidays. We’re a fine pair, when we get together, Wendy. Last week we found a small raft over at the swimming hole, so we put on our bathing costumes and after tying a rope on to one end of it we began towing one another along in the water. The next “brain-wave” we had was to go into the paddock next to our house and select a rather flat piece of it. On this we decided to make a tennis court for our own use. We’ve made it and it’s quite good for us. The unfortunate part about it is that the paddock does not belong to us, although we had the courage to mow the tennis court, too. 4 4 Star o ’ the Desert ’ ’ says she’s coming down one day to beat us at tennis, but we’re not going to be beaten. I have not seen any of “Sago Lily’s” cheery letters in lately. I suppose she’s too busy with her best pal, who is stopping with her. She’s such a jolly looking girl to have for a pal, too. We’re going to the pictures to-night to sec “The Man Who Came Back.” Janet Gaynor is my favourite actress. I adore her. Wc said we w'erc going with “Star o’ the Desert,” but she only ignores such a thing, and says we always make too much noise for her. Anyhow, we’re going to go. Wendy, how many Ites are there now? We had a rather enjoyable Christmas as everyone in the family was home, which is the first time for ages. Three boys went down the creek the other night in our place and caught twentytwo eels. Just before Christmas we schoolgirls had a Bible-class picnic down at the swimming hole. I dug some new potatoes, which we threw in the fire over there. Hunterville is such a quiet little place when the holidays arc on. Well, Wendy, there goes the ten train, so I must go, too. I’ll “love and leave you” for another week. Cheerio.—From “JUST JENNY,” Hunterville. What great times you and “Simple Sarah” must have together. Fancy, and a tennis court as well. Now, I wonder will our “Star o’ the Desert” beat you at tennis. You will not forget to let me know how the match ends, will you? We have not quite reached the 3000th mark yet, but the coveted number draws nearer.—Wendy.

STILL MORE ITES ARE COMING TO LIGHT IN MANGAWEKA.” SAYS “BLUE RAINBOW.”

Dear Wendy.—Here I am again still in the land of living Hasn’t the weather been wonderful lately? Although to-day the rain does not seem to be so very far away. On Anniversary Day the annual sports meeting is going to be held, so I hope we have fine weather for it. Yes, “Gladys Moncrieff, ” I know who you are, because your sister told me you were a Wendyite. Doesn’t Jacko do some mischievous tricks? I always enjoy reading the weekly story. Still more Ites are coming to light in Mangaweka. 1 can’t say that I know any of the Ites who have written last week, but I will try and find out who they are next time they write. The “P.D.” has given himself away properly when he says that he has to look after the supply of water for the township. There are quite a few campers down at the snugly-shel-tered site on the outskirts of the recreation ground. Well, Wendy, as news is scarce I will close, hoping you and all my co-Ites are in the best of health. your sincere Ite, “BLUE RAINBOW,” Mangaweka. So pleased, dear, to have you with us this merry day of Make-believe. The weather has been fair for the holidays. A little hot at times, too. Jacko is always up to some prank. are lots joining up from Mangaweka now indeed. We will have to think of a name for your township.—Wendy. AN UNENVIABLE EXPERIENCE BEFALLS “WILTSHIRE MOONSHINER” AT THE BEACH. Dear Wendy,—So “Mick” has revealed herself at last! 1 wish she would let us all know who she is, as 1 am awfully curious and so is mother. Yes, “Mick,” that is a hint, and I hope you take it. Well, Wendy, and how did your enjoy Christmas and New Year? We went into town on Christmas and New Year’s Eve nights and had a “corker” time. Only we had to leave town too early, and my brother and I didn’t like that. On December 27 we went down to Okehu beach for a picnic and, while we were in bathing some very kind (?) person ran away with my clothes. Oh, dear, if the boys didn’t laugh at me. Last Saturday I was up at our neighbour’s place (three miles away) and they were trying to guess my pen-name, so they got out some old pages and read all the Wanganui River Ites’ letters. Only, fortunately, my letters weren’t in any of the papers they had. Anyway, they’ll know me this Saturday if my letter is in. Oh. “Bush Fairy,” does your surname begin with “J”? If so, I know you by sight, and you may know me by sight. Mother always gets her strawberries from your place. I suppose, Wendy, that you know all about the service ear running to Koroniti. Well, on Tuesday, Mr. Barnes got stuck just below our place, so he and one of his passengers came here for the night. We have onlv a? small house, and with the boys home there are no spare rooms, so I slept on the couch. Next morning Mr. Barnes got stuck again, only further up the road. Well, Wendy, I must help “Red Rob the Rover” with his stamps, so cheerio.—Your loving Ite, “WILTSHIRE MOONSHINER,” Wanganui River.

Perhaps news of “Mick's’’ identity will soon reach you, dear. I spent a lovely time during the festivities. I am pleased you did, too. Gracious nr?, but that was a mean act for someone to run away with your clothes. Do vou mean they were stolen, dear? What a wretched road. —Wendy.

“FAIRY ROSE,” LOST FOR TWO YEARS.

Dear Wendy, —After a prolonged absence of nearly two years I am returning to ask forgiveness. If you do not forgive me, I must seek ad lission again. I hope you had a merry Christmas, and if it is not too late I hope you have a prosperous New Year. I, too, like “Will o’ the Wisp” have been wondering where the Marton Ites are. I must admit, Wendy that I know “Will o’ the Wisp” very well. I used to go to school with her last year. She is such a jolly girl. I had better not say any more, as I might

have “Will o’ the Wisp” on my tracks. I feel sure I will. I am glad wc have another Australian Ite in the Hut. What do you think of the weather, Wendy? It is very windy. I hope wc have more summer this year than wc did last year. I hope Mr. Smith will be successful in breaking the record. It is a great risk. Well, I will close now.—From your loving Wendyite, “FAIRY ROSE,” Marton. Well, well, well, and so here you are at last, dear. I am pleased to have you with us in our Land of Letters. I spent a happy time indeed during the festivities. I send you my wish, too, for a happy New Year. I am glad you know our 44 Wi1l o’ the Wisp.” She is a merry Ite indeed. I think the weather has been fair enough. This summer has been a little better than last.—Wendy.

WEEPING REDWING” ANSWERS THE ROLL CALL

Dear Wendy,—Hullo! How are you getting on? I hope you are well as usual. The weather was awful yesterday, windy and rainy, but is not so bad to-day. On December 18 we broke up for the holidays. We were going to have a picnic at Porewa, but it was too wet, so wo had it at school instead. Everyone received a present. First of all we had a free ice cream given to us, which delighted the small children. After the ice creams wo had races. I came second in a race and won the stationery I am writing on now- After the children’s races the teachers had a race and they were given a box of chocolates each. After that we had our lunch and went home. J. passed my examination, and I am in Standard VI. now. Well, Wendy, as I have no more news I will close. With love.—From “WEEPING REDWING.” Marton Junction.

I am keeping quite well, thank you, dear. I will see if I can get you a pen-friend. What a shame it was wet and you could not go for the picnic. What a lovely time you all had nevertheless. How pleased I am you won a prize. Goodness, you have worked hard. 1 am glad vou have passed.— Wendv.

TWINKLE TWINK” WOULD NOT LIKE FARMS TO GROW UP IN WONDERLAND.

Dear Wendy,—l hope you are keeping well. I also wish you a happy and prosperous Now Year. I really intended to write before bur I am on holiday, you sec, and in Wanganui. I fancy you will think I can do nothing but make excuses. In Wonderland one does cultivate a good imagination. We had a wonderful Christmas and though times are hard Father Christmas filled our stockings. The children did enjoy it and so did we. Perhaps the “we” makes you curious. Well, it means my friend and I. .Just fancy, Wendy, if that dear wee baby had not been born in Bethlehem nearly two thousand, years ago, wo would not be having our Christmas or hanging up those stockings. I often wonder what this world would be like had that little baby never been born. I somehow think' >( would be a very horrible place. This world is an absolute Wonderland. There is beauty to be found in all things, because they are God’s handiwork, and if we love God, then how can wc help but love the things he has made? Do you know, Wendy, although I have been such a short time in the Hut 1 do believe I have found out who the “Padre” is, but I will keep it a secret, otherwise, should he learn to know me, I may learn to be sorry. But in future if I was that gentleman I would talk in whispers, especially in Victoria Avenue for posts have ears. I rather enjoy “Wayback Liz’s” letters, but cannot imagine how she could be .a> fond of farm life. Farmers seem to be always working so hard. I would not like farms to spring up in Wonderland. Well, Wendy, I am afraid I really must run now', so I will say good-bye for i wee spell.—l am, your loving 4 4 TWINKLE TWINK.’ ’ Wonderland. It is a very happy surprise you have sprung upon me this day, dear. I wondered how you fared of late. lam glad you spent such a merry time during the festivities. Oh, but you are ever more fortunate than 1. for I do not know who our “Padre” is. I wish. I did, for then I’m sure he would be answering roll call next Saturday. He has neglected us of late, but then perhaps he ma be busy, and I a little thoughtless, but I do wish he would come and see us agaiy.. In Wonderland, dear we can always remove from the picture we paint, that which is not agreeable, can’t we? —Wendy. “BRIGHT STAR OF HEAVEN” ENJOYS HERSELF AT SCHOOL PICNIC. Dear Wendy,—l hope you have net forgotten me. As I have not written for a month I thought 1 had better write this week. Well. I passed my exam, and am in Standard 111. Yesterday was very rough, wasn't it? and to-day is lovely. We were going to have our school picnic at Porewa, but it was too wet, so we had it at school. I ran in a race and won a drawing slate. Then we had a lolly scramble and also a free lemon drink. We were also given a free ice cream. I enjoyed myself very much. After the children had finished their races the teachers had a race and received a box of chocolates each. As this is all my news 1 will close. With heaps and heaps of love.—From 4 4 BRIGHT STAR OF HEAVEN,” Marton Junction. P.S. —To you and all the Wendyitcs a happy New Year. —“B.S.H. ” I have not forgotten you, dear, but I did think that perhaps you had us. I am pleased to have your welcome letter this week. Bravo! I am proud of you. So vou are now in Standard 111. That’s fine. I am glad you won a prize. School picnics arc always jollyevents, aren’t they?—Wendy.

“FATHER CHRISTMAS WAS VERY GOOD TO ME,” SAYS “MERRY JINGLE BELLS.”

Dear Wendy, —How are you getting on? Now, Wendy, I must wish you a happy New Year. I hope you have had a very jolly Christinas. My word, the weather has been beautiful for the holidays. Well, Wendy, Father Christmas has been very good to me. This year he bought me a painting set and a lovely box of cups and saucers. I must close now. With love. From. “MERRY JINGLE BELLS,” Utiku. Thank you, dear, for your inquiry and kindly wishes. I hope you arc well and happy, too. What a lovely old gentleman Santa is to give you such nice presents. I hope he will come and see you again next year.—Wendy. CHEERS FOR ‘ COURSHELLOCH.’ ’ ITES ALL! Dear Wendy,—lf I am not too late I must wish you a happy New Year. I have now passed into Standard I. I received a prize at school and at Sunday school I came first in my class. I also gained the special prize for the highest marks in the Sunday school. The special was a Bible which mummy is putting away until I get bigger, until I can read it myself With prizes and books I have had five this Christmas. I also received a cup and saucer and Santa Claus left me a big sleeping doll. Love and kisses.—From “COURSHELLOCH,” Sanson. Oh, but how happy I am to have your welcome letter, dear. I began to wonder if you had forgotten us. Thank you for your good wishes, I send you mine, too. Bravo, how wonderfully well you have done at school and Sunday school, too. lam so proud of you. Gracious, but Santa was kind to you.—Wendy. “WOOL VIOLET,” THE HUT’S NATURALIST SUMS UP HER LIST OF FELLOW ITES. Pear Wendy,—Just a few lines to you. No doubt you will be surprised to hear from me. I had meant to write before this, I hope you hud a merry Christmas and a happy New Year. One of the Hut’s detectives has been very busy lately. I know quite a few Wendyitcs. Among them are:—Madcap, Phantasy Laughing Lilac, Aunty, Madame X, Big Sister, H.M.B. Hood, Taffy, Jack the Dog, The Bolshevik, Snowie, Taukatau, Pertinette, Minnehaha, Arohanui (I heard him over the wireless; I have also heard Taukatau), Ave Marie, Rose Marie,' The Mysterious Masquerader, Queen Ada, Spanish Queen, Daphne Queen (at present she and Spanish Queen owe me a letter). Queen of Silver, Queen Bee. Story Girl, Highland Dancer, Miss McGinty, So Sorry, Blanco-cito, Sugar, Let’s Pretend, Rod Island Rock, Betty Zane. Blue Danube, Blue Gleam, Bluebird, Winter Bride (whom I have seen, I think). Thistledown, Jack Frost, Little Jim, Hope, Blisters, Night Owl, Just Jenny, The Mother Who Smacks Them All, Unicorn, Woodland Whispers, Chick-a-bid, Golden Dawn, A Spring Bulb, Singing Bird, Valentine la Nina (she is a very nice correspondent), Dancing Joan, Bab’s Chum, Bill, So Sorry, San Toy, Big Brother, A Happy Little Wendyite, Breeze, Breezy Girl, Fairy Rose, Country Rose, Rambling Rose, Hula Rose, Primula, Cyclamen, Rose Petal, Rata Blossom, Daffodil, Brown Wallflower, Snowdrop, White Forget-me-not, White Forget-me-not’s Darling, Chiquita, Hope, Shushagah, Haiwatha, Violet Fairy, Primrose Fairy, Golden Butterfly. Tinker’s Playmate, Ukulele Lady, Shimmering Cascade, Mummy’s Darling, The Villian, Ghoorka Maid. Mataroa Tiger, Sea Sprite, Sea Sprite’s Pal. 'Mrs. Wishing-to-be, Anne of Green Gables, Denise of Rapland, Ramona Girl, Talkie, Tipper ary Tim, Cinderella, Patrol Leader. Rosebud Fairy. Chick-a-biddy, The Mocking Bird, Singing Bird. Desert Moon, Pretty Stars of Ohingaiti, Evening Star. Shining Star, Star of the Desert, Star of the Desert’s Sweetheart, Dancing Sunbeam. Siale. Hibiscus, King of the Shadows, Windy Whispers, Miss Atlanta, Dolly Varden, Crow, Scribbler, A Weary Wanderer, Inky Imp, Lady Lavender, Lily of Laguna, Princess of the Seas, Silver Wings. Ramona Girl, Golden Sunrise, Miss New South Wales, Babs. Wee Jean from Aberdeen, Otara Maiden, Desert Song, Brown Eyes, Big Brother, Easter Egg, Russian Princess, Spanish Prince, Cows. Hail Waratah, Waratah, Princess Tulip, Princess Magnolia, Ashes of Boses, Ashes of Violets, Princess Marguerite, Will o’ the Wisp, and Evening Star.” so I know quite a few. Soon I will know “Doreen, Indian Princess, Stuart Tartan, Lady Tulip, Brier. Rose Fairy, Mick, Bi Nai, Forlorn River, Hut’s Mascot. Hut’s Bride, Dawn Rover, Our Jockey Boy, Star of the East, Medium Brother. Patti Corelli, Big Brother’s Pal, Craizie Maizie, Princess Winsome, Silvery Sprite, Shimmering Sprite, Sparkling Sprite, Fairy Goldwings, The Hut’s Bachelor. Saffron, Sprite, Just Daddy, Young Wallingford, Lily of Laguna’s | Sweetheart, Hineramoa, Daydream, The i Grand Pere, Sweet Bonnie Doone, The | Private Detective, Ichabod and a few ! more. I cannot discover who “Firpo” i is. I should be able to though. “Goldi- j locks” and “Miss New Zealand” also ' puzzle me. It is very wet here to-day. 1 There is not very much news around I here either. Who “Wood Violet’s | Sweetheart” is. I’ve no idea. “This- j tiedown,” I daresay got her to join. ; Did you, “Thistledown”? I saw whore i “Sweet Bonnie Doone” was going to write to me, but have not received a letter from her so far. I’ve photos, of “Star of the Desert, Unicorn, Valentine la Nina, Shining Star, Story Girl. Lily of Laguna, Country Rose, Rambling Rose, Little Jim, Taukatau, Phantasy, The Mysterious Masquerader,” and seen ones of “San Toy, Singing Bird, Highland Dancer, Aunty, Madame X. Brown Wallflower, Laughing Lilac, Golden Sunrise, Babs, Emergency Nurse, Wee Jean from Aberdeen, Aunty, Pixie, Our Sports Girl, Happy Jack and Otara Maiden.” Soon I will know who “Emergency Nurse, Pixie and Our Sports Girl” are. We have quite a number of small chickens and ducks. Don’t you think it would be a good idea if all Wendyites attending the Wanganui Regatta on January 22, wore their badges? Then they could speak to one another, I have at present mislaid my badge. How much are they? Could I call in at the “Chronicle” office when next in town and get one from there? Love.—From “WOOD VIOLET,” The Hut’s Naturalist, Ngutuwera.

I am ever so pleased, dear, to have your welcome letter. I did not ever expect to hear from you again. I thought perhaps the Old Witch had you in her clutches. Dear me, but what a large number of our band you know. Why you have almost as many photos, of our Ites as I have. You have quite a gallery, dear. Yes, I would like all Ites attending the regatta to wear their badger. It would be a good idea. The badges are Is Id if called for. You could obtain one at our main office. The balance of your letter I will publish next week, dear. —Wendy