LITTLE PEOPLE'S LETTERS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 42, 17 October 1891, Page 499

LITTLE PEOPLE'S LETTERS.

SOLUTIONS OF PUZZLE STORY NO. 2. The little cousins are answering the puzzle very cleverly. I shall put in three letters this week, and some more next, taking them as I receive them. Then I will tell you all what the real answer is, and you will see how close your solutions are to the right one. —Cousin Kate.

Dear Cousin Kate, —I have thought out your puzzle. There was a little dog named Jack. One day his master came in late for his dinner. Jack got up on a chair, and saw a nice-looking chop, and thought he would like to have a meal from it, so he began to eat. As soon as he had finished he heard a footstep on the stairs. His master came in and found his dinner all eaten up, so he gave Jack a good whipping.—Richard Tuckey, age 12. Wellington.

Dear Cousin Kate,—l read the children’s page in the Graphic, and like it very much, and I am now going to try and answer the puzzle, which I see in this week’s Graphic, correctly. The first picture shows where Mr Turner’s dinner has just been put on the table ready for him, when a little dog came into the room and began to look about him. He spied Mr Turner’s dinner on the table, and so he jumped on to the chair and looked at it. It smelt so nice that he jumped up on to the table, then he took it off the plate and began to eat it. Just as he had done he heard Mr Turner coming. He looked up at the door, and when Mr Turner came in and found the dog had eaten his dinner he whipped him. This is the first puzzle I have ever answered, but I hope it will not be the last.—Daisy Pilkington, age 10. Tamaki West.

Dear Cousin Kate, —A lady once had a little dog. It used to have its meals at table with the lady. One day its mistress was late and the dog got hungry, so it thought it would smell the meat; so it smelled the meat, and it thought it would take a bite, so it took a bite, and the meat was so nice it ate it all up. The dog had just finished the meat when it heard a step, and who came in but the cook. She gave the dog a whipping, and it went without its meal that day.—E. Muriel Sinclair, aged 10. Blenheim.