“PRIMROSE LASS” RETURNS AFTER JOLLY HOLIDAY IN THE NORTH.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 77, Issue 82, 7 April 1934, Page 12

“PRIMROSE LASS” RETURNS AFTER JOLLY HOLIDAY IN THE NORTH.

Dear Wendy,—l suppose you must think that 1 have forgotten all about you, as I have not written to you for some time, but 1 have not. First of all I must thank you for bestowing on me the honour of C.W.K. I am sure you must have made a mistake, as i don’t know what I can possibly have done to deserve it! Then I must also thank you for my birthday greetings. 1 have been away lor a holiday with my mother, and we were staying at my grandfather’s place some miles from Waihi. We did not feel that last severe earthquake there, and we only knew there had been one when we received the paper; it was lucky no one was killed, wasn't it? As different buildings collapsed one would expect to hear of some deaths. It has been very cold, here lately, especially in the mornings; although the sun is hot, the wind is very keen; one feels the cold more when the change in weather is so sudden, don't you think; Wendy? These white butterflies are a nuisance, aren’t they? There are hundreds in our garden, and the grubs destroyed our young cabbage plants while we were away. Don’t the weeds grow quickly? 1 have a lot of work to do in my garden now, as it is full of weeds. I have tidied it up a bit lately, but there is still a lot left to do. Well, Wendy, it’s getting late, so I must close. I hope you and the rest of the Itos enjoyed the Eatser holidays and that the weather was fine. —From “ PRIMROSE LASS,” C.W.K., Marton. At last another of our worthy Old Brigade returns! How lovely of you, dear, to pop in this week. 1 couldn’t understand what could have become of you. Your order of C.W.K. has been well earned, dear. Your loyalty to our elan has never failed in all the years you have been a member. Sir Ernest said you richly deserved it. The ’quake was wretched, and my great fear at the moment of the visitation was that someone would perish. We have had some chilly days here, too. What with weeds and white butterflies, gardening is now rather a trial, isn’t it? Do write again soon, dear, won’t you?— Wendy. “LOVER OF THE FLOWERS’’ RECOUNTS HAPPY EASTER HOLIDAY HOURS. Dear Wendy.—l hope you enjoy>l your Easter holidays. Did you go anywhere? 1 did. On Good Frida',’ “Laughing Waterlady” and ae.' parents took mother and Ito th j way-

breks in the afternoon. We went t< No. 4 Line just a little way out from Palmerston North. In one place where the earthquake had shaken tho small rocks from a bank, “Laughing Waterlady” and I had to get out and push Ihe big stones over the cliff, because the car couldn’t get over them, and we quite enjoyed our job. Then we had afternoon tea. The grown-ups had their afternoon tea on the grass, but “Laughing Waterlady” and 1 chose a nice cool place on two big boulders by the side of a creek, underneath a big bridge, and we had our afternoon tea there by ourselves. When we finished our afternoon tea we all went for a walk and collected some pretty ferns and bush bygonias to take home to plant. We also went to the Palmerston North flower gardens to see the goldfishes in the water, but there were only about two or three there. On our way home we played 1 Spy. 1 had a surprise when 1 arrived because my uncle had come up from Wellington and he was waiting in his car for us because the doors were locked. He did not iet us know that he was coming, so he had to wait for two hours for us. He stayed with us for two days, but he always went out shooting, because he said he couldn’t get any in Wellington where he lived. On Sunday morning early he took us down to Wellington for a few days’ holiday. Ou the way down we called in to see Mr. and Mrs. Gearney in Otaki. We went up a lovely drive with punga trees, bushes ami lovely ferns on either side, and tbj. had beautiful gardens with all tho deferent flowers in separate masses which looked lovely and bright in the sunshine. Then Mr. Gearney took us through a lovely bush of his which was full of native trees. He had some nikaus which were supposed to be over two hundred years old and were ever so tall. Mr. Gearney told me that J could tell how old a nikau tree was by the rings, for it gets a ring once a year and it doesn’t start getting them until it is fifteen years old. 1 counted the rings on a tree, but 1 only got up to 31 because 1 couldn’t see any higher to count them all. He also showed us a lovely tunnel he dug out to plant maiden hair ferns in and we walked right through it. It was lovely and cool inside there. He took us to his orchard and he had some lovely rosy apples of all kinds and t;lsu some enormous lemons, but they were really for jam because they had thick skins. We left Otaki at noout one o’ckvk and reached Wellington about, three o'clock. It was lovely and warm in Otaki, but when we reached Welling ton it was cold and windy. The last time I went to Wellington my cousins and I slid down the bannisters of the stairs, and I dirtied my white silk dress and broke a mother-of-pearl buckle in half, but I didn’t do it this time because we found other things to keep ourselves busy instead of getting into mischief all the time. Well, Wendy dear, I must close now. With \er\ best love to yourself ami all the colt os. —From “LOVER OF THE FLOWERS,” Bulls. Thank you, dear, I spent a lovely time during Easter. Yes, I went motoring. Goodness, it was fortunate the stones brought down by the recent ’quake were not; large, ones. I see you all enjoyed yourselves immensely during your outing. What a surprise to find uncle waiting for you to return home. What an age the nikaus arc. T expect you were sorry when the limp came to return from your st«v in Wellington.—Wendy.