THE WENDY WHEEL

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 76, Issue 111, 13 May 1933, Page 4

THE WENDY WHEEL

SERIAL STORY.

(By Peter Pan II,” Chapter I.) Everything was ready, and tho much talkcd-of expedition was about to begin. “Good-bye, Wendy,” said Sir Richard, and buttoning the high collar of his fur-lined coat, he took his' place in the waiting aeroplane. “Good-bye, Sir Richard, and may you have fine weather and good flying,” replied Wendy. With, a roar the engine started, anfl after a perfect take-off from the pol ished oflice table, the ’plane buzzed gaily through the open window. Having watched tho receding speck until it was lost in tho distance beyond roofs and chimney-stacks, Wendy returned to her work. First, of all she replaced the books, inkwells, papers, letters and other office table impedimenta which had been removed in order to give the all-im-portant airman sufficient space in which to manipulate his machine; then she sat down again, and with grim determination, proceeded to deal with the pile of letters before her. Deep in this occupation, she was scarcely aware of a faint humming sound an hour later, and not until th? ’plane flow in the window with a deafening roar, circled cleverly, and eventually came to a standstill, after having been skillfully piloted among ths obstructions on the landing-ground, did Wendy realise that the elf had returned. “Why. Sir Richard,” she exclaimed, “I didn’t expect you hack for ever so long yet.” “No, indeed, Wendy,” rame ths breathless reply, “but T need help.’* “What kind of help?” asked Wendy; “have you run out of petrol, or run over—or rather, flown into—someone, or. ... f” “No. nothing as alarming as that, but I must find Sir Earnest and the Gnome; I need them to help me, aw there is far too much work for me to do alone.” A search revealed Sir Earnest. Endeavour and the Gnome of Gratitude busy as usual with ledgers, books and lists of names, but it did not take them long to don their warm coats and hats. Sir Earnest did not want to go without his horse, but, assured tnat Wendy would look after it properly, he agreed. In the end everyone was so excited that it was a wonder they did not forget something. However, having equipped themselves with an enormous snppfy of notebooks and pencils, which Sir Richard insisted they would need, they all climbed up to their places while Wendy again cleared tho table. A rush and a roar, and they were off, nnd Wendy, with a smile, refurnished the office table. (To be continued next Saturday.) “MALLY,” Waitotara.—No, dear, I have not forgotten you, but I couldn’t help but think you had forgotten us. It is so like old times to have you in our midst again. oh dear, fancy having chickenpox. Wretched, isn’t it? I hope, “Elfin Violet” spends a happy time at her aunty’s home. The change should benefit her muchly. I see you have made quite a few discoveries, too. I wonder what “Nukumaru’s Lonely Maid,” “Lassie o’ Lorn,” and “Black Huntsman” will sav ?—Wendy. * * * • “BROWN EYES,” Waverley.—l am sorry to hear you have had such a bad cold, dear, and I am phased to hear it is now a little better. Wretched things, aren’t they Rugby is a splendid game, indeed. I always go to the matches here. What an initiation the boys serve upon first day at college. Goodness, but you do not mean to tell me that “Strongheart” is now a bluejacket and on the “Diomede”? It does not seem that long ago since he used to join in our game of Make-believe, too. How your boother must tease you. —Wendy. # ♦ ♦ • “THE TOREADOR,” Wendyhihi.— Bravo! dear. I am ever so pleased to have you with us in our clan this Makebelieve day. Do you know, but your vast sense of humour efieers one up wonderfully. Goodness, yes, our Wendyhihi seemed to he out of our game with no new members from that stronghold Inst week. Perhaps it is as you say, nnd there are now no more left to join our ranks. Then the “Silent Policeman” does not know you at all? This will bp a surprise for our Ite, won’t iff Yes. the “Doctor’s” “family” is growing, isn’t it? I wonder who it was who caused “Mimosa” to write sueffi a lengthy epistle? It may have been the golfing exercise, as you say. Mr. ’Flu Germ is awfully busy of late, indeed. F hope his visit to you will bo of short duration. Wretched old fellow, isn’t lie?—Wendv.