"GOLDEN KOWHAI GIRL” HOLIDAYING IN HAWKE’S BAY.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 77, Issue 35, 10 February 1934, Page 12

"GOLDEN KOWHAI GIRL” HOLIDAYING IN HAWKE’S BAY.

Dear Wendy,—l am very sorry not to have written to you sooner, but we are having a lovely long holiday. My oldest sister came to our place for a fortnight and we went back with her. Last night I stayed at Takapau but to-day 1 am going to Kopua. The grass is brown and dry up here and there is not much water in the tanks. We stayed with friends in East Town so as to catch the train in the morning. Wasn’t the thunder and lightning awful? In the morning there were big hailstones in the gutters when we were going to the station. This will be all iust now\ —I remain, your loving Ite. “GOLDEN KOWHAI GIRL,” Takapau, Hawke’s Bay (temporary). I am pleased you are enjoying your holidays, dear. They will soon be at an end, though, won’t they? I notice the countryside is rather brown-look-ing, here, too, dear. The storm was rather severe, indeed. The hailstones were unusually large. "Write again soon, won’t you? —Wendy. “THE BROWN ELF’’ (Copied for our Hut page by “Laughing Prince Herbert.'*) As I was walking by myself, A-down a quiet glade I spied a tiny laughing elf Beneath a mushroom's shade; The weeniest man T ever saw, About a finger tail. And slender as a wisp of straw, Wee pointed hat and all. Perhaps I ventured too close up. Or maybe elves are shy. He ran behind a buttercup And never said good-bye. Of course, you know, ’twas years ago, That merry day in spring 1 never see a brown elf now, Nor any fairy thing. “PRINCESS OF THE STARS'' RETURNS FROM WONDERFUL TOUR OF NORTH ISLAND. Dear Wendy,—l hope you will forgive me for not writing before. 1 hope you enjoyed your Christinas, Wendy," we had a wonderful holiday. We toured up to Auckland and back in our car. 1 can’t exactly tell you ail the places we went through. We went for a swim at Taupo Beach and in Lake Taupo. My sister and 1 learned to swim under the water with our eyes open. AA e camped out every night we were travelling. \A hen we were going through New Plymouth on our way up to Auckland, we saw the Southern Cross. AA’e stopped to look at it for a while. School has re-com-menced again, and I don’t mind going back. Well, Wendy, 1 must close now. With tons of love. —From “PRINCESS OF THE STARS,” Wendy Dell. This is a jolly surprise, dear, 1 wondered. how you fared this long while. What a wonderful holiday you must have spent. I think it is wonderful to have learned to swim under the ■water with your eyes open. Usually it is rather difficult for most, because as soon as they opeu their eyes they open their mouths to intake breath, and then that forces them to tihe top. Ihe ’plane is magnificent, isn’t it? Yes, call your pussycat ‘ 1 Bcppo. ’ ’ How will that do, do you think?—Wendy ATTENTION HERE, PLEASE. ITES, TO “THE ROSE OF TRALLEE’S” REQUEST Dear Wendy,—Here comes your truant ite of the south once again. Please forgive me, and although I haven’t written, 1 often think of you and the Ites, for I receive, the Hut’s pages from “ Happy Harry. How ithe weather in Wanganui, AA’endy? It hasn't been so bad this week, but it hasn’t been too good since Christmas. I had a very jolly time at Christmas. I went to Hampden, a country place not very far from Dunedin, and though the weather wasn’t very good. 1 had a jolly time. Now, Wendy, 1 wonder if you would do me a lavoui > 1 am in a club which caters tor all hobbies and anyone interested in pen friends especially. This club publishc.a magazine every three mouths in which are the addresses of people from nearly every country in the world, a? you join your name is published in tho magazine also. It is a groat cluo. and I thought some of the Ites who are keen on hobibes and pen-friends, might like to hear more about it. Jr they write to me I will explain about It more fullv to them. My address is: Evelyn Madigan. 155 Valley Road, faversham, Dunedin. Best wishes to ill.—From “THE ROSE OF TRALLEE,” C.W.K., Dunedin. Goodness me, but you have sprung a great surprise. 1 am ever so pleased to have you with us this week, dear, after your absence. The weather has been gorgeous. I think the idea a good one and I will draw attention to your letter and request. AA rite again soon, won’t you? —Wendy. JACKO LOOPS THE LOOP. Mother Jacko was suffering from an It tack of rheumatism. It was not only painful, she de flared, but it made her quite nervous in etting about. As to mounting a pair of steps it was impossible. “Why on earth should you want to. asked Father Jacko, staring at her in astonishment. “It’s the curtains,’’ replied his wife. "They’re black. J. want to put up elean ones. Miss Ape is coming to tea.” And that was answer enough, for. as everybody knew. Miss Ape was a most particular person. When she came to tea the house must be looking its best. “You will have to help me, Jacko,” she said, somewhat reluctantly. “And none of your tricks, for I’m not in the mood for any nonsense.” Jacko looked hurt. “Fetch the steps, dear.” said Mother Jacko, “and you can be rubbing up the brass rod and the rings while 1 prepare the curtains.” Jacko fetched the steps out of the cupboard under the stairs, and swung them into the parlour. “Do be careful!” cried Mother Jacko. “you only just missed the ball light.” Jacko grinned and bumped the steps down within an inch of his mother s foot. “Set them close against the window,” she said, jumping back out of his way. “And now when you’re ready I’ll hand the curtains up to you. Here’s the duster.” Jacko caught it neatly, flicked the rod and the rings, and stared through the glass with considerable interest. “Gosh! Look at, that aeroplane, mater.” he cried. “Never mind the aeroplane.” said Mother Jacko, “attend to what you are doing. ’ ’ But Jacko had forgotten all about the curtains. “He’s looping the loop!” he cried. In his excitement he leaned forward, lost his footing, and the next minute he was looping the loop himself.