PETER PAN’S LETTER.

Waikato Times, Volume 118, Issue 19663, 24 August 1935, Page 16 (Supplement)

PETER PAN’S LETTER.

D“" QIRLS AND BOYS, What a week It has been. Peter had to hold on to the edge of the bed to keep himself from being blown out on Sunday evening and what a blustery day Monday was too. And then on Tuesday there was the Sun' Man smiling and the Sky Children In their lovely blue and white frocks, and away In the distance when Peter was walking to work the mountains olear and blue with their snowy caps. It was the loveliest gift we could have had from the Weather Man after all his sulks. Tony said that perhaps he had the ’flu and that had made him sulky, but Jenne piped up that only his own bad weather could give him the ’flu so It served him right. It Is wonderful round the lake these fine days, there are trees of shining golden wattle and In tho distance the blue mountains end the blue lake with little waves shining and dancing In the sun, and little blue hazy whirls of smoke rising up from the green trees, It Is all so lovely It makes Peter catch his breath: “And what more beautiful than these The soft blue smoke, the smiling trees The elfin sunlight, dancing gold Will o’ the wisp, nor ours to hold.” It Is such a lovely world with all the beauty that Is brimming In It these strange Spring days with their rain and sun and mlsohlevous little gales. You are not forgetting the opening of the Cheer Chest in September are you? It Is not very long you know. On the last day of August we are going to have such a clean out of the Chest and all the rubbish that has been put In there will come helter skelter out and so will the dust when the twins get to work. And then we will have the excitement of seeing from whom the first gift comes, and we will be able to have a Peggy Square competition and a handwork competition whLch so many of you love. We will make It Into a game so that Instead of living up to our Circle motto by working we will do It by playing. It should be so exciting. cheer Chest Ideas to you all and floods of sunshine from your own — fe*