“SIR RICHABD ELF’S GOOD DEED”

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 76, Issue 105, 6 May 1933, Page 17 (Supplement)

“SIR RICHABD ELF’S GOOD DEED”

(Written especially for the pages by ‘‘Christmas Bose. 7 ’)

Sir Bichard Elf, Wendy’s trusted knight, sat on a large, pink toadstool, gentle fanning himself with a buttercup leaf, and gaxinz abstractedly into the dew-pond, at his side. It was one of his idle days (not to say that this busv elf’s life was full of these days of 'leisure), and he was resting after a long night’s work of painting the new flower-buds. And, flower-buds are no easy things to be coloured .mind you! They are small and elusive, and just detest being awakened from a sleep. So Sir Richerd’s task was no small one. Wendy, however, knew that the garden-babes would be of no trouble with Sir Richard, for he had a happy knack of opening them—by givng them rose-dew ice-creams, or honey-suckle jubes. But, to return to Sir Richard. He, poor soul, was worried—extremely so. And, little wonder. The King of Spiders was angry because the Queen -s coach had run into his Royal Palace, breaking down the walls, and releasing many of his prisoners, a really disastrous happening. And, to add to the confusion, King Spider had v owed to have revenge on Flowerland. in some terrifying manner. Already many fairy-messengers were held behind those walls, awaiting the strike of King Spider’s death-sword. Already, more prisons were erected for the same grim purpose. Sir Richard sighed deeply, and com-

“TOTTIE” HAS MANY COUSINS, ALL ITES, IN HUT, TOO.

Dear Wendy,—l think it is time 1 wrote to you, don’t you Wendy! Wendy, would you please ask “Tootie” to write, as l" have not seen a letter from him for a long time. “The Smuggler’s Daughter,’’ do you know who I am! I know who you are. Wendy. “Kit Carson,” “Jolly Gwen” and “Green Linnet” are all my cousins. Wasn’t it great the way “Green Linnet” wrote and asked why [ had not written, and as it happened £ had written. I am in standard V now, but I dislike school. Please excuse my writing, Wendy, but I have a sore arm. Last time I didn’t put C.W.K. after my name as I forgot to. Well, I must close now, Wendy, as it is bed-time. Best wishes.—From “TOTTIE.” C.W.K., Wendyhilloeks. So pleased to have your welcome letter, dear. “Tootie” is with us this Letterland Day. Why, your cousins are all Wendyites, aren’t they? I hope your arm is soon better. Whatever did you to do it! Write again soon, won’t vou?—-Wendy.

•‘JOLLY WAR AT AH'’ HINTS AT DISCOVERIES ALSO.

Dear Wendy,—At last I have found time to pen you a line and no doubt 11 Mother of Four” will be anxiously waiting to see a line from me. Well, I’m afraid, “Mother of Four,” you will clap your hands for owing to a funny piece of “L.L.’s” letter, I determined to let her go further into the mystery on her own. As for you speaking about the logging, no doubt vou know a good deal of the whereabouts up that way. I hope you liked the noise at the time of the Easter encampment. “Laughing Lizzy.” when vou come to think of it you are close to “Mother of Four/’ “Just Jenny,” thanks ever so much for the kind deed, it’s really wonderful of you Wendy, the rain is just coming down and I’m shivering with the cold. “Mother of Six,” write soon, won’t you! I’m getting impatient. Oh! Wendy, I’ve just wakened to find my eyes full of tears after hearing a very sad piece of music being played. I have caught near on seven thousand white butterflies and I hope to catch trebble this amount before long. “Dreamary, ” I will rectify the error at your approach, and beware! for ‘ * Laughing Lizzy” is on your tracks. It. is likely, Wendy, that before long I will be sending three more Tinies to our clan. Three! Four! Six! Eight! Ten! Oh, ten o’c| ck and me still here. Apologies for scribble, Wendy, but really I must fly. With fondest love to you and all the elan from “JOLLY WARATAH,” Wendyhilloeks. Goodness, and now it would seem dear, that you have made a discovery, too. I expect our “Mother of Four” will be quaking in her shoes when she reads your letter. Goodness, gracious! What a host of butterflies you have caught. How you must have worked to reduce their number. Many thanks for showing those Tinies the way to our Hut’s door.—Wendy.

“WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO •L.J.S.’ AND HIS SMILE?’’ ASKS “PANDORA OF THE HUT.”

Dear Wendy.—l am so sorry if I frightened you. No. it’s not my ghost, it ’s really me. To tell the truth, Wendy, I have been suffering from a bad attack of lazyitis. Since I last wrote to you I have been having a gay time. Good Friday was my birthday, and, of course, I was called upon to cut the cake, etc., and I sought my pillow at a none too respectable hour, tired but happy. During the week-end I spent my time at concerts and various other functions. By the way. Wendy, I had almost forgotten. One of my friends is trying to decide whether to join our ranks or not. I am doing my bit by coaxing in all sorts of ways, but of little avail. However. Wendy, I will keep on keeping on. Hasn't the weather been terrible lately, especially at Easter! What has happened to “L.J.S.!” I do miss his smile. I think I will close now. With best love. —From “PANDORA OF THE HUT,” Wanganui. Goodness, but you did give mo a shock. I didn’t expect you to pop up like that. I am pleased you spent a happv time on your birthday. Yes, do try to persuade your friend to join our ranks. I expect “L.J.S. ” will be with us next Letterland Dav.—Wendy.

menced to make tiny wavelets, with a grass-stalk in the pond. A frog, green and stout, with a pair of spectacles perched on his squat nose ana a pipe in his mouth, came up to stare rudely at Sir Richard, and to disappear with a gurgle, as our knight, raised the grass-stalk. A voice, from behind, startled Sir Richard and he fell off his lordly position right into a buttercup. “Dear me and dear us,” cried the voice, “ where is my pocket-handker-chief? Has that confounded cat eaten it? I’ll hit that cat with my bedroom slipper.”

Sir Richard looked about him. but no one was to be seen. And. being anxious to find the cause of this unseemly disturbance, he strode into the xAleket. And there, sitting on a log, ner claws up-turned, was Polly Parrot, from the House-but-four-froui-Wendy Hut, her green head shaking angrily. “Hullo!” said Sir Richard, “ Y’ou here? Why, you gave me quite a turn.”

“Ha! Ha!” chuckled Polly, “I often come here, to see if I can catch any food. Wendy often gives me some. ”

“Yes, yes. Wendy is a very kind leader, and, I wouldn’t be surprised if King Spider tries to capture her.” “Capture her? Tut! Tut! And, it’s the Fairy-Queen’s ball to-night, and Wendy is going! We must be careful. Good-bye. ”

“Good-bye!” called Sir Richard, as he watched her fly out of sight. He seated himself on his stool again and put his head in his hands. A great butterfly, gold and red,.flew past, and brushed gently against Sir Richard’s head, but he did not return the gaudy creature’s word of greeting. He was wrapped in thought. The sun was setting behind the willows, in a magnificent blaze of purple, silver,. and turquoise. The waxen waterlillies swayed back and forth in a pond of fire; the reeds were rustling in a harmonious whispering chorus; the soft, tender, green willows, the tall, stately ratas, crowned by a glorious splendour of red flowers, the low, sweeping kowhai with its golden, drooping pendants —all were reflected in the silent, spellencircled pond. Sir Richard jumped up. It was time to think of some plan to warn Wendy. The ball was due to begin in an hour’s time, at the other side of the pond. Now, time was precious, and ’twoula

“JOSEPHINE” IS BECOMING A REGULAR VISITOR TO LETTERLAND.

Dear Wendy,—l hope I haven't kept vou waiting for a letter. “Madcap,” I must tell you that Syd is up in Owhango where the birds fly backwards, and Daddy is thrilled at being called a darling. “Madcap,” just as we were reading your letter Maurice rang up for Bill to* go down and spend the week-end with him. Wendy, do you remember the little kitten, “Fluffy,” that I told you about? Well, it died on Good Friday, and we were all very sad about its death. We think it was poisoned. This is all the news for now, so I will close. With best love.—From “JOSEPHINE,” Brunswick.

So pleased to have your welcome letter again so soon, dear. “Madcap” will be pleased to have your news. I am sorry to hear that poor “Fluffy” passed away. You will miss your pet verv much. Never mind, dear. —Wendy.

A REGULAR TRUE-BLUE IS OUR UP-RIVER, “LADY MABEL.”

Dear Wendy,—Please excuse me writing so often, but I can’t help it Wendy, as it seems to mo it is my chief occupation these long evenings. It has been awfully wet this last week and it seems a s if it has set in to rain. How mean the Weather Clerk is treating us, but I suppose all the blessing in the world won’t make matters better, eh! Dear me, well, well, who’d have thought it, fancy the “(Duplicate Duke” having a sweetheart, although I suppose it’s the interesting letter that attracted your sweetheart’s attention, what say you, Wendy? I’m not one bit jealous either, “I’ll not wave to anybody now for fear, it’s your precious one. I think “Flashing Thunder,” that you are a young lady, and I'm sure I’m right, so don’t go pretending that you have to press your Sunday-go-visiting suit of navy blue, for I won’t believe it, even if others do. I hope I'm right, if not, I shan’t write any more. Well, I suppose the white butterflies are practically gone now, with such cold days and nights, let’s hope so for I haven’t seen any for about a fortnight now, and I have nearly two hundred. What a very interesting piece headed “We Have not Forgotten Them,” in our last issue, by you, Wendy. Although I wasn’tborn until the end of the war, I can tell you a lot about it by what my mother has |pld me and what our teacher has taught us, and last, but not least, what I’ve read, for teacher taught us the page of poetry headed “Farewell to Anzac,” and the poem containing the two lines you finished up with. Come on, “Desert Song,” and tell us how the Diomede received its name, for I’m sure it will be interesting. Well, Wendy, I’ll away for another week, a big smile and a kiss to “Old Gran,” “Stranger” and yourself.—Yours cheerily ever, “LADY MABEL,” Wanganui River. Well, dear, we must, I suppose, not complain about the weather, for the Clerk has really been good to us, hasn't he! I think the cold weather and frosts have vanquished most the white butterflies, thank goodness, but I am afraid that next summer will see them in large number again. We must never forget Anzac dear.—Wendy.

“SOMEBODY’S LONELY SWEETHEART” POPS IN FOR A FEW MOMENTS. Dear Wendy,—Here I am once again in the Land of Letters. I hope you are keeping quite well and had an enjoyable time during Easter. Didn’t we have dreadful weather for Easter? Wendy, did you see the processions on Anzac (Day?* I didn’t I went to see the soldiers concert and it was very good. The Opera House was packed. Did you go? I won’t be able to help you with the Comfort Ship though T would like to, but I help at home. Well, Wendy, no-one answered my call for a pen-friend I see. My newsbox has forsaken me, so I will close. Love and kisses for yourself and co-Ites.—l remain, your true-blue Ite, “SOMEBODY’S LONELY SWEETHEART,” Wanganui. Thank you dear, I spent a very happy tim n during the Easter festival. Never mind, the Weather Clerk has been kind to us so we must not complain, must we? Yes, I attended Anzac Day Ceremonies. I am only asking those who are able to help with our ship. dear. I understand.—Wendv.

take a long time, two hours, perhaps, to reach the ball-room. King Spider would probably make Wendy his prisoner, while she was on her way to the dance.

Our gallant protector was almost frantic with impatience. His Queen was in danger! He started at a run round the pond, but ho had not gone far when a dragonfly, shining in a radiance of gold and greeny-blue, it’s rainbow wings making a soft, whir ring sound, flew down to earth and asked Sir Richard why so hurried. Sir Richard explained the position to Lord Toby, for it was ho who was the dragonfly.

“1 can help you," he said, “jump upon my back, i ll carry you there and perhaps we can rescue our Wendy. I, too, am worried to think of such trouble in our peaceful domain.’’ There was a rusli of air. and Lord Toby was skimming the air. What speed a magic dragon-fly can go! They were now over water. The waterlilies were mere spots of cream below in the light of the moon. Now they were over the road near the ball-room. There was no sight of Wendy's coach, but the wheel-marks were clear in the soft soil Sir Richard clung on desparately. Perhaps they were too late! Perhaps King Spider had already overpowered the coach! Perhaps —! Sir Richard’s thoughts were interrupted by a shrill scream from below, and figures became discernable on the road-side. “(Down!” whispered Sir Elf tensely, and Lord Toby glided to earth. Off sprung our knight, and dashed to the scene of battle. King Spider was clutching wildly at Wendy, his six soldiers in the background. The coachmen, five slim dragonflies, relations of Lord Toby’s, were vainly trying to rescue their leader. Sir Richard drew his sword, and with one blow stunned King Spider. His soldiers were speedily bound, and sent with King Spider to prison in charge of the coachmen. “Now, Wendy, jump on my back! There’s plenty of room for both you and Sir Richard.”

Wendy arrived at the ball, just in time, thanks to Sir Richard and Lord Toby. King Spider is now a prisoner, and no more trouble reigns in Flowerland. Lord Toby Dragonfly was made chief law-maker, and Sir Richard—well, he can have no greater honour than he now possesses.

“THEY ARE HAVING A GREAT TIME IN RAETIHI,” SAYS THE

Dear Wendy —Here 1 am again annoying you once more but I think it’s time I took up my pen, ink and pad and wrote to the Land of Make-believe once more. I’m not yet dead, as you can see, but if the Weather Clerk decreases the temperature any more, I think I’ll be frozen to death. These last three days have been frightfully cold; the best place has been alongside a good fire or an electric heater, can’t say gas heaters, as there’s none here. I see “Hut’s Optician” has already told you that I was in Wanganui. I was there on Power Board business that day. I did not see you talking to “A Weary Wanderer” when I passed you. I had to watch where I was driving as there was quite a crowd in the city, it being 11.30 a.m. when I landed, and a Saturday, too, Wendy. While there I spent the afternoon at “White For-get-me-not’s” home and in the evening went out and saw “Desert Song.” There was a concert here Easter Mon- ’ day night. I was in my usual place behind the scenes on the stage and I : enjoyed myself. The Bridges Trio of Wanganui were the performers during 1 the second half; I expect you have seen | them, Wendy. This is the third time [l’ve seen them and have heard them j over th© wireless several times. -They ■ are indeed a great trio. Before the concert started I was talking to “Madame X” and “Minnie the Mouse” for two or three minutes and I was in hurry, but they introduced me to a Miss while talking to them. Just before they went home this young lady asked me if I had been doing any detective work lately. I said “No! but am making a start soon,” and then asked her what she knew about the Wendy Hut. She said “Lots! I was one of the first eight to join.” You can imagine the surprise I received at her answer, Wendy. But she was mean, she wouldn’t tell me her penname. She said she was writing nex? week. So I won’t be able to get next Saturday’s “Chronicle” quick enough to see if she’s written. I haven’t been talking to “Madame X” since, though I have been in Wendytown quite a few times since then: “Chrysanthemum,” I don’t think I’m a truant Ite ag it’s only about four weeks since I wrote. The others are, I think, especially “Pixie.” I know she’s still alive, Wendy, well, she was a fortnight ago as I was talking to her while I was cutting some branches off a tree that were touching the power wires near her home. They’re having a great time in Raetihi, arc they not, Wendy? I like reading their letters, more esspecially “Dr. Arrowsmith’s,” “Long John Silver’s” “The Phantom’s,” “Lady Godiva’s” and there’s several others all as interesting. I am thinking of spending a week-end in Ohakune soon, and while I’m up there Y would like to meet some of the Ites there. I will be wearing my badge; It won’t be just yet, though, but I’ll let you know through the Hut page when I’m going up. Well, Wendy, I’ll have to go now, hoping you are quite well the same as myself. With the kindest of regards and best of wishes to everybody. Cheerio till next time. —Sincerely, “Prorate Detective,” C.W.K., Wendyvillc. Yes, dear, it is well you have written this Letterland IDay because quite a number have been enquiring after you of late. I hope you are keeping well despite the cold days now at hand. The trio is splendid indeed. I have seen and heard them many times here in the city. Now I wonder who the Ite can be whom you met with “Madame X” and “Minnie the Mouse.” Yes, do let me know in plenty of time, for then I can tell our Ohakune Ites to look out for you. Cheerio and regards.—Wendv.

“ROSY CHEEKS’’ POPS IN FOR A CHAT.

Dear Wendy,—l am glad that you have let mo join your happy band of Ites. Wo have had a lot of wet weather out at Maxwell. Have you had much rain in Wanganui. Wendy? My father and I went to the pictures and saw “Sleepless Nights,” and it was a good picture, too. Did you go and see it Wendy? With love to you and all Ites.—From “ROSY CHEEKS,” Maxwell.

How pleased T am. dear, to have you in our ranks this week. I wondered how you fared. The weather has been wintry here, too. I did not see the picture, but others told me it was very good.—Wendy.

“DON’T YOU THINK IT’S TIME •FLASHING THUNDER’ WAS DISCOVERED,” SAYS “THE DUPLICATE DUKE.”

Dear Wendy,—l think it is about time I sent a letter to the Hut, just to let the river Ites know I am still on the look-out. No, “Lady Mabel,” I had not the pleasure of seeing you on your cycle trip up-river, so next time you come, please let us know beforehand. Wendy, don't you think it’s time some lie discovered “Flashing Thunder's” identity? L have an idea that I know “her,” but as 1 may not be correct I will say nothing more. I winder what has happened to our Ite “Rex of the Hill Country?” Quite a few weeks have elapsed since we have had a letter from him. I heard that “Rex” was hors de combat a few weeks ' ago. but hope he is alright again. The days arc getting short and very cold, old King Winter has regained his throne, and we must suffer his severe rule for a few months, although speaking for myself, there are times when I rather like the old king. 1 always enjoy myself on a clear, frosty morning, and I love a fall of snow, provided it does not last too long. With regard to Daylight Saving—T have lived on farms all my life and all I can say is that I thoroughly endorse

“Peter Pan Il’s” remarks on the subject. I see I have a ‘sweetheart’ and I hope she enjoys Jierself in the Land of Make-Believe. Well, Wendy, I had better write finis, and say cheerio to everybody.—From your affectionate Ite, “THE DUPLICATE IDUKE,” Wanganui River. I wonder now just how long it will take you to discover who our up-river Ite is? Quite a lot of fun, isn’t it? Our “Rex of the Hill Country” is with us this week, dear. I think he must have heard you mention his absence. Never mind, the cold days of winter will soon pass, and then, oh! for the sunshine again.—Wendy.

TWO TINIES OF OUR BAND AND THEIR DEAR MOTHER MAKE GIFTS TO OUR SHIP.

Dear Wendy,—lt is many months since I last wrote to you. “The Red Shadow” has many times ( asked me to write for him (he can only point yet), but by the time he sits down and puts his considering cap on, and tells me what to write, too much time is spent, and there are always tasks waiting for one. So you must blame me for his non appearance. I will write for him this month sonio time, as he has so much to tell you. 1 gathered that the Relief Ship would sail earlier than usual this year, so I am enclosing a wee gift in this letter. “The Red Shadow” saved up a Is and his daddy asked him if he would give it to the poor little children, and he said he would like to, so daddy gave him another to go with it. And there is a Is from your wee Ite, “The Harvester,” too. Do you still remember him, Wendy? He was four months old the day he joined the Hut. and to-day the dear mite is 18 months. And I have never written to thank you for enrolling him, and the lovely welcome you gave him. But I do thank you, Wendy, and hope you will overlook my neglect. I must leave you now; I have just taken a boiling of jam off the fire. I have been stirring it at intervals as I wrote this letter, so if it is disconnected you must blame the jam. I am in a hurry as we are going to town and want to pick up ‘ ‘ The Red Shadow” at school and take him, too. Before I conclude I ask “Little Pickaninny’s” mother to accept my sympathy. It must be sad for her now, but everything happens for the best I am sure. I will send the used stamps later. Much love and best wishes from my two little men and myself.—From “THE RED SHADOW’S” and “THE HARVESTER’S” mother, Westmere. How lovely of you, dear friend of our Hut and mother of two staunch Itos of mine, to pen an epistle for your two little ones. I often wondered how they fared and if they still remembered me. What a dear wee love “The Red Shadow” is to be so golden-hearted. Will you give each a big kiss for me please? It was sad to learn of our

“Little Pickaninny’s” passing over the Great Divide, but the good Father knows best, and we must not question His will, must we? My warmest regards and wishes to you, not forgetting your good man, who, I see, has helped our Ship on her way as well as “The Red Shadow” and “The Harvester.” Will you write again soon?—Wendy.

“PAUL DARING, FAMOUS DETECTIVE,” BOBS UP AGAIN.

Dear Wendy,—Here I have returned once again and not before time. “Jolly Waratah,” lam sure you’re not far off the tracks. A great discovery I made lately happened like this: I followed someone ..until I came to a window and ten minutes later a pen was being used, the secret was revealed to my great joy! “Mother of Four,” beware, I’ve been peddling along the track for sometime, don’t forget. Well, Wendy, we’ve had terrible weather lately and wo must have fires now. Well, as I’m tired I’m off to go to tho blankets. Au revoir for now.—‘ ‘ PAUL (DARING, FA MOUS DETECTIVE,” Wendyhilloeks.

So pleased to have your welcome letter, dear. I wondered how you progressed with your work of discovery of late. And you say that you have at last gained a clue to “Mother of Four’s” identity? The weather has been wintry here too. —Wendy.

“SWEET BONNIE DOONE” THINKS IT’S TIME WEATHER CLERK TURNED OVER A

NEW LEAF. Dear Wendy,—Will be just a wee visi: to our Make-believe to thank you sincerely for the birthday greetings, dated to almost a month ago. It is really so kind of you to remember you ever had an Ite called “Sweet Bonnie Doone,” as I am everlastingly roving away from the merry band, and do not deserve your wishes. Ah, I think I am also going to have a pal to share my roving company, in our tyke of a “Pandora of the Hut.” Well, Wendy dear, how have you been faring of late? I do hope everything is O.K. as I know the weather has been cold enough to freeze one. The monster of a clerk has been ill-treating us dreadfully these few (lays, and it is time he turned over a new leaf. Let’s hope iu the near future we will have our deal old King Sol with us again. Well, L must away from Letterland once more. With the best of love to one and aII.—“SWEET BONNIE DOONE,” Castlecliff.

L hope, dear, you spent a happy time on your birthday and received lots of lovely gifts. Goodness, you do roam about don't you? “Pandora of the Hut” has returned to tho ranks again. Perhaps our Ite is a thought-reader. I am keeping well, thank you and hope you are, too, dear. The time must soon pass and the sunny days be with us again.—Wendy.

A MERRY MEMBER OF MAKE BELIEVE GOES A-FISHING.

Dear Wendy,—Here's one of your troublesome Ites worrying you again this Make-believe Day. How have you been keeping these changeable days? We have had some very funny days lately, but to-day as 1 write it’s lovely and fine. Well, we had our sports. The little children were about the only ones who enjoyed themselves and received prizes. Hardly any strange people turned up for the day and I was very disappointed. Did }ou have a jolly Easter week-end? We all did out here. We had three friends staying here from Thursday night until Monday evening and they were the most hysterical three I have ever seen. They came down every evening for ping-pong which they played until two and half-past in the morning. All the time they wQre hero we did nothing else but laugh and giggle. They went out pig-hunting nearly every day and they shot nineteen altogether. A. few weeks back a party of us went cel-fishing in the Mangamahu Creek, which flows into the Wangaehu River. My brother and I loft to catch five others up a few miles from our place. Wo took our supper with us and eventually reached our destination after riding for about an hour. We then started fishing and when the first eel was caught 'there were screams and yells. The funny part was that the eel had taken my brother’s bait and when we reached the spot where he was fishing he was standing on a log in the creek holding his bare rod and he did look so funny that I burst out laughing. I was the next to catch one and in trying to pull the eel out I fell in water nearly up to my knees. Anyway, I eventually hauled it out on to tho side of the bank. After that we had supper round a huge fire. When we finished our supper we set off for home and “Dad’s Right Hand Man” and I arrived here at half-past one in the morning. “Little Pickaninny” passed over the Great Divide suddenly, did she not, Wendy? I saw her name in the paper a few weeks before Phyllis Murray wrote to you. Well, I will bring this to a close, hoping you are well as this leaves me. I remain your true-blue Ite, “NANCY BELL,” Wendv Valley.

How pleased I am to have your welcome letter, dear. The weather here recently has been most bitter and stormy. However, we must not complain because the Weather Clerk really has been good to us. Thank you, I spent a lovely time during Easter. „So sorry you did not enjoy yourself at the sports. What an exciting time you had ecling. It was sad indeed to learn of the passing of our “Little Pickaninny.” Her dear folk have our deepest sympathy.—Wendy. “MOONBEAM” REPORTS MUCH RAIN AND SNOW.

Dear Wendy,—[ once more write a few lines to you and hope they find you well. Did you have a good time at Easter? I spent a happy time and went for two or three rides on a horse. Our kitten has grown quite big now and catches a lot of mice. Did you have any rain last Saturday? It came down here in torrents, and even snowed on the hills. The creeks were all flooded also. “Bellbird” is home again, but “Bookworm” is still away. There arc not many flowers out now, and all the trees are turning pretty colours. Our Hut has grown quite big, hasn’t it? Well, Wendy, as news is scarce I shall say good-bye. With love.— From “MOONBEAM,” Bell’s Junction.

Many thanks, dear, I spent a wonderfully happy time during tho Easter festivities. We have had lots of rain here, and it has been ever so cold and wintry. However, wo cannot complain, because the Weather Clerk has been good, hasn’t he? I should love to hear from our “Bellbird again. Yes, the Hut has grown tremendously, hasn’t it —Wendy.

“KITTY KELLY’S’”BUDGET WILL SURPRISE MANY OF CO-ITES.

Hello, Wendy! Hello Ites!—So sorry that I have not made an appearance before this, but. really, Wendy, time does fly. During my absence 1 have discovered many Ites but I cannot imagine who “Flirting Flora” is. Are your initials R.L.j I know “Mrs. Phanthom. ’ a little and oh, Wendy, she has the loveliest of blue eyes, I often think that she and “Occident” would pass for twins. H-m! h-rn! “Tessitc,” “Mexican Jimmy,” “Silent Policeman,” and “ Wendyhihi’s P.D.,” 1 know you all. You ought to beware when “Capt’n” and I are around; wo didn’t mean to spy, but then remember, dear Ites, it is very foolish to talk on tho corners. “Cinderellaite,” beware! I am on your trail, even though it be a long one, but it is good, so to speak, to be pleasant under the circumstances. Why, “Phanthom,” what has become of you? I have not seen you for over a week. “Aunty,” 1 am afraid, has followed the “Kelly Gang” and disappeared into the blue. “Babs” and

“Pixie” have seemingly done likewise. “Lord Gadabout,” I expect you find it difficult to write with “Capt’n” and “Eddie Canter” about, but alas! to leave your letters that are headed: Dear Wendy, and signed “Lord Gadabout,” on your dressing-table is disastrous! Just a word for the “Rose of Tralleo”: I’d like to say how sorry I am that I have not answered your letter but will do so very soon. We arc having very cold weather here at present, Wendy, and 1 can tell you I remain loyal to the fire and call myself “Sticking Plaster.” Goodness, “Batchelor of Wendyhihi,” 1 wouldn’t advise you to hide behind such a ghostly person as the “Phanthom.” Many happy returns of the 25th “Old Maid.” Today, Wendy dear, I was supposed to pay a visit to Letterland with a company of girls, but alas! A gentleman, putting it mildly, broke an axle in the transport lorry, so here I am sitting down writing three pages too many. Well, Wendy dear, I will draw this letter to a conclusion. Fondest.—From your affectionate Ite, “KITTY KELLY,” Raetihi.

Oh, so you have made some more disoyeries! Oh, no “Aunty” is with us his week. She would never forsake is, of that I am very sure. We are laving very wintry weather here, too.

ut still we cannot grumble, can we? -’rite again soon, dear.—Wendy.

NO PRIZE WITHOUT (Copied especially for the hut by “Lady Mabel.”) Wc can’t have tho lilac, We can’t have the pear All glistening with blossom In sun shiny air, Until we’ve had winter. Until we’ve had frost; So come along, winter! Let no time be lost. With icicle splinter, O, come along, blowing, And snowing, and rain! Tho sooner wo got you The sooner we set you Behind us and come to The crocus again. We can’t have the triumph. Wo can’t have the prize; Wo can’t reach the country Where happiness lies, Until we have trodden The hard way between, So welcome, rough road whore Our fathers have been. 0 come along, trouble Let hardships redouble. Come rough ways and bluff ways And slough of despond, The sooner wc face you. The sooner we place you And come to tho peace and The plenty beyond.

“MOUSIE MONTY” SPENDS JOLLY TIME DURING EASTER HOLIDAYS.

Dear Wendy,—l am sorry that I didn't write before this. How did you enjoy yourself at Easter time? I went for a ride on a horse during the holidays. We also had soi .e visitors from Wellington .and we had a big party. “ Wandering-Willy ” said that ho might return to our merry band again. There are two of my brothers going to the same school as I am. I must close now. Lots of love.—From “MOUSIE MONTY,” Bell’s Junction.

How jolly of you, dear, to pay us a call this*week. I wondered if you would write this Make-believe Day. 1 spent a happy time during the Easter festivities. I would love to have our “Wandering Willie” back in our ranks again. I thought the old Witch had carried him off. Write again soon, won’t vou —Wendy.

“ROSE OF TRALLEE” INVITES NEWS OF OTHER BIBLE CAMPS.

Dear Wendy,—Knock, knock! It is only your Ite of the South, wanting to come in beside the Hut’s warm fire. How is everyone up North? Wo are all well down here, it is very cold though, but it is near winter, isn’t it, Wendy? Did you have a happy Easter Wendy! We did, my brother and I going camping, he to the Whare Flat with some mates, and I to our Bible class at St. Leonards. St. Leonards is only about three miles from (Dunedin, but it is a nice little place, and that makes all the difference. Wo left on Thursday evening, and returned on Tuesday afternoon. We did not have one dull minute all the time Wendy, it was great. On Saturday afternoon we had novelty races, such as egg and spoon, four-legged races, catch tho train, and a number of others. We had great fun! It was lucky for mother was able to come down and see us on the Saturday. Wo had our banquet at tea-time and it was great and there were tho usual speeches. Our camp concert was at night and talk about funny, the antics some people get up to; one girl especially was a real trick. The theme of our camp this year was. “The Venture.” Four our study circles, we were given the name of one who ventured for Christ. Our venturer was Kagawa, while some of the other circles had such ones as William Penn, Columba, St. Bernard, and Paul. Kagawa (the one our circle had) was a venturer for Christ in Japan, and he had for his motto, “Love is the Law of Life;” so wo chose th.at motto for our study circle. Don’t you think it is a nice motto Wendy? I wonder if any of our Ites went to camp in the North? I would be very interested as it is nice to hear what is done in other camps. Well, dear Wendy. T will close, hoping you are well and best wishes to all Ites. —From “ROSE OF TRALLEE,” Dunedin.

So pleased dear, to have you with us this Letterland Day. Yes, dear, come in out of rhe cold and sit down before our cheery fire. What a lovely time you spent during Easter. A splendid motto. Write again soon, won’t you —Wendy.

“DADDY’S SWEETHEART” APOLOGISES FOR RUNNING FELLOW ITE INTO DANGER.

Dear Wendy,—Just a short note this time, as I am only writing to apologise to poor “Jolly Jumbo” for unwittingly involving him in the danger of getting a black eye, and perhaps a thick ear in the bargain. “Jolly Jumbo,” please accept my most humble apologies, you can rest assured that never again will I place you in such a precarious position. “Guy Menzies,” how you startled me, you should be more careful, when dropping bombshells iu the midst of us, from that aeroplane of yours. When soaring so high, you had better not collide with our “Seagull,” or you might get a swelled head. I do hope I was included in that big hug.—Now, I wonder if I should bo pulled into the nearest puddle-hole. “V.”? I have a vague recollection of something of the sort, happening to me many years ago. Goodness! fancy you having to wear an umbrella in place of a hat, how your poor head must hurt, you have my sympathy (not that 1 know anything about swelled heads). Not so loud next time “Montana Moon’’—whisper 1 —you made him embarrassed. Aren’t wc having awful weather lately, i Wendy? When it’s not raining its blowing—such a cold wind, too. Well, Wendy, if I don’t soon stop, this “short note” will become a long letter. So cheerio. Love.—From ‘•IDADDY’S SWEETHEART,” Wendywillows.

I am pleased you have written, dear, and so exonerated our “Jolly Jumbo.” It will never do for our Ite to meet with such a disastrous injury. However, “J.J.” will accept your apology, I’m sure, and so all’s well, that end’s well.—Wendy.

“OH ME! OH MY!” POPS IN FOR A MOMENT’S CHAT, TOO.

Dear Wendy,—Perhaps it’s about time one should make an appearance in our merry pages, after a few weeks of absence. Please* accept my apology for neglecting to write. As regards health I am well, hoping this epistle finds you, dear Leader, and co-ltcs the same. Delighted to see a brief note from you

“Chrysanthemum,” I wondered what became of you of late. The weather here is awfully wet. The rainy and dark, gloomy days of winter are now approaching and one has to wear thick frocks, nowadays. By the way. Wendy, where has our loyal Ite, “The Seer.” gone to? Has he, too. deserted us like many others such as: our hero “Scribo, ” our mystery Itc, “Remain a Mystery,” ouch! and your “shadow” “Scribo.” Isn’t it great to have a shadow, eh. “Scribo?” What say you, Wendy? Many Ites pass my way with an enquiring look, as if to say, “Arc you the ‘shadow?’ ” Ho! ha! J wish 1 was. In a recent issue I read where “Hut’s Optician” saw the “Private Detective.” Well! well! that’s a surprise “P.D. ’’ I thought you had vanished into thin air like the rest. (I’m remarking about myself, too, Wendy. I am not a keen writer, but it’s better writing once or twice than never.) Write again, “Madcap,” I simply enjoy reading your exciting letters. Dear Wendy, as this was just for a few minutes’ chat, I bid you and co-Ites adieu. —Sincere!}' yours, “OH ME! OH MY 1 ” Wendytown.

I am ever so pleased to have your welcome letter this week, dear. Thank you, I am keeping quite well and happy, too. We have had some wintry days here also. However, we cannot, complain, because the Weather Clerk has been most kind to us, hasn’t he? “Tho Seer” is still with us, but busy. “Scribo,” I believe, is away on holiday. One would think our “P.D.’’ had vanished into thin air, wouldn’t one. Perhaps he will some day pay us another call, though.—Wendy. THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS (Sent in by “Golden Bell”) At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at homo and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun I crawl All in the dark along the wall. And follow around the forest track Away behind the sofa-back. There, in the night, where none can spy, AU in my hunter’s camp I lie, And play at books that 1 have read, Till it is time to go to bed. These are the hills, these are the woods, These are my starry solitudes; And there the river, by whose brink Tho roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away, As if in firelit camp they lay; And I. like to an Indian scout. Around their party prowl about. So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home 1 return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks At my dear Land of Story-books. WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT, ITES, BUT HERE’S “THE VEILED PRINCESS” IN LETTERLAND AGAIN Dear Wendy,—Here I am, brought back to Letterland by “Musical Box.’’ Well, “Musical Box,” you have guessed my identity aright, but I think I know you too. Are your initials G.W., and docs B.P. cycle from your place to the Marton High School every day? Isn’t Mr. Weather Clerk a bad c gg for giving us a wet Easter? It is the first time for three or four years that we have had a wet Easter in Hunterville. “Laughing Lizzie” and 1 and tho rest of the family went down to watch the mill working last Saturday. It is great to watch the log hauler pull in tho logs as if they were •u featherweight. Tho huge wire cable hauls tho log up to too skids, where another cable hauls it up the skids and leady for the break-down saw. There it is split into slabs ready for the timber bench. At tho timber bench it is cut into timber and from there it is rolled along to a smaller saw, wher it io cut into lengths. There are two men at each paw. Well, Wendy, as news is scarce, I will close. With love.—From “THE VEILED PRINCESS,” Hunterville.

Goodness, gracious me, but whercve r did you spring from, dear? I ha.! really made up my mind that you had forgotten all about us. Nover mind, tho Weather Clerk has been good, to us, though, has he not? Do you think we might frrgivc him this once? I will give your message to our “Miss Wendy vale. ’’ — Wendy.

HUT PLACE NAMES Ohingaiti Wendytown. MangawekaWendyville. WanganuiWendyvale Waverley Wendydale. MataroaWendyacres. Bulls Wendydell. Marton Junction .. .. Wendyjunction. NgutuweraWendynook. MangamahuWendyvalley. UtikuWendydowns TaihapeWendy haven. ChristchurchWendycity. Kai Iwi Wendy cove. MakirikiriWendyridges. Okoia Wendyhills. Marton Wendyhamlet. PetangiWendyfern toll Kauangaroa Wendyechoes Pukeokahu Puke Ite. TurakinaWendyhollow Ohakune Wendyview Papaiti Wendyline Raetihi Wendyihl OmataneWendygreens. PutikiWendywhareHuntervilleWendyhilloeks TokomaruWendyparadise Kaikarangi Wendypark Parikino 11 .. ~ ~ ~ , Wendy Pa. ewa Wendy Joys. Greatford .. .. .. .. Wendyfo’rd. No. 3 Line Wendyfann CherrybankWendyranch Wellington .. .. .. Wendyglade Tutaenul Wendydelight. Waitotara Wendygarden KawhatauWendyforest. Okira* Wendyparade. Otangiwai Wendywai Sanson Wendyrye Koeke.. .. ..Wendywoods WaitunaWendylee. ApataWendymarket. Wangaehu Wendywillows Feilding Wendyfiolds FoxtonWendyriver Hastings Wendy sunshine Fordell .. Wendytop

“LAUGHING WATERLADY’S SWEETHEART” IS A KEEN STUDENT OF INSECTS Dear Wendy,—l don’t know whatever you will think oi me for not writing before. I hope you will forgive me, although I do not deserve to be forgiven. The white butterflies are becoming pests, aren’t they, Wendy! 1 chase them every day and sometimes I catch quite a lot. 1 save them for my brother, who ha.> a great many now. “Laughing Waterlady” and I take a great interest in catching all sorts of insects. We have quite a collection now. “Laughing Watcrlady’s Admirer,” will you please put in your next letter what school you go to in Palmerston? 1 know quite a number of Ites now, Wendy. Wc have two cats called “Miss Grey” and “Miss Black.” They grey one is a good hunter, but the blaex one is hardly more than a kitten yet. It playa on the tank and will eat anything and will even go to the extent of drinking tea. The other uight it gave me a terrible fright. 1 was doing my homework when I heard a noise on the tank. It was the cat and it had been playing on the roof and jumped down on to the tank. It was iu such a hurry that it rolled off the tank on to the lawn, but was not Hurt. Well, Wendy, after all the glorious weather we have bad. it will soon be winter again. Timo does fly, doesn’t it? Is seems such a short time ago since last winter. I like going to Tech., Wendy, and it is goud fun going in the bus. We miss about an hour’s work, though, for school starts at half-past nine and we usually arrive at Palmerston at a-quar-ter-past ten, and then we have to walk to school, which takes us about a-quarter of an hour, so we don’t get there till half-past. The moon is shining as I write this letter on tho verandah. It is a lovely night and I can sec quite clearly with the moon shining. “Laughing Waterlady” is just now having a peep over my shoulder at my letter. She has just finished a game of marbles with my brother and is going home, as she has to go to bed early. I go in to see her every night when she is in bod, and we play card games as well as others. My brother is at this moment having a severe talking to by “Laughing Watcrlady” for throwing stones at a spider. I have some silk-worm eggs, Wendy, that will bo hatched in October. The silk-worms are interesting creatures to watch. When they had finished spinning I got some silk and wound it round a square made with wood which has a nail at each side to wind the silk up with. It is strange, isn’t it, Wendy, that, such tiny things can sp ; n so much silk? If you feed them on dock leaves, they will spin red silk and if they are fed on other leaves they will spin purple, orange, and a verylight yellow silk. I have about five hundred eggs, and I am sure I don’t know what I shall do with them if they all hatch. I do not adopt “Laughing Waterlady's” method of catching white butterflies because they always fly away before I can get hold of them, so I catch them with a tennis racquet instead. “Canberra,” if your initials are N.M., then I know who you are, but if not, then 1 haven’t the faintest idea. One or our neighbours has a pet chicken, Wendy, and every time I go over to their place 1 see it. It is a dear little thing, and it was hatched the same time as the others, but it did not grow and is still a. chicken, while all the others are hens now, so 1 suppose that is why it is a pet. “Madcap” does write interesting letters, doesn’t she, Wendy! 1 never forget to read hers. With best love to you and all the Ites.— From “LAUGHING WATERLADY’B SWEETHEART,” Wendydell. I am pleased you have always destroyed as many of the white butterflies as possible, for they are a great menace. However, with the cold weather coming, their numbers are becoming fewer, but 1 am afraid that next year they will be more numerous than ever, in spite of the fact that everyone has accounted for large numbers. The winters have an unhappy knack of coming round quickly, indeed. I used to have silk worms when I was your age, too. I spent a great deal of time watching them and also unwinding the cocoons. What a strange little pct the chicken must be! 1 wonder why it never grw up like the others?—Wendv.

SPECIAL NOTICE Miss Mavis Miers (13 years), c/o, Post Office. Palmerston North, would like penpals in, and around, Wanganui. Bhc is interested in reading, writing stories, elocution, guiding, gardening, animals, dancing, music, fancywork, collecting postcards, filmstars, snaps and stamps, all sports, painting and singing. Her pen-name is “Manama.”

“WENDYHIHI IS BECOMING JUST A GHOST CITY,” SAYS “HAPPY HARRY.”

Dear Wendy,—lt’s a long hop I take this time to the Hut door. As you see by the above address, I aiu once more in the old home nest, having arrived on the 23rd after a pleasant journey. The entire country from Wendyvale to Auckland was receiving a good wetting, and occasional showers are still in order here. As I desire a restful holiday 1 shall not mind the rain. Mother dear, and myself, were indeed pleased to meet again. Everyone gave me a nice welcome home, including a gay young nephew I had not yet mot. As I have not boon far from the old home I am not able to report any changes in my home town, but noticed old Rangitoto still in existence as tho express ran over the waters. That island cone seemed to be calling “wel-

come’’ to me. Have you ever explored it. Wendy? 1 have, and the crater included. The view from its rim. of the the surrounding landscape, is indeed wonderful and extensive. Well, Wendy, 1 see ne have more phantoms in the Hut. Wendyhihi is becoming quite a ghost city, and one will have to take a ticket on “The Ghost Train” to get there. I must give “Cows” my congratulations upon her letter. It was certainly good “Cows,” and you did not write in vain. It gave this Ite some merry moments. Oh, Wendy, I too, would send my sympathy to ‘‘Little Pickaninny’s” people. It wax not my pleasure to know her, but young as she was she left an inspiration behind for us all. She was indeed a trueblue Ite, and that is her best epitaph. Cheerio, one and all.—Yours happilv, “HAPPY HARRY,” C.W.K., Auckland. How jolly tn be homo. dear, for such you call Auckland, don’t you! The weather here has been very wintry, too, but still it is no use complaining because tho Weather Clerk has been very good, hasn’t ho? Rangitoto never alters, does it? I have often been there when on holiday. “Little Pickoninny’s” splendid examples have left, a deej impression upon us all.—Wendy.