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Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 104, 26 January 1935, Page 23

Dear Boys and Girls, — It’s still much too hot (it’s Wednesday, my letter day this week} to think of anything but ice and water. But at the present moment frantic excitement is raging in the garden because someone has offered a prize to the person who catches the most white butterflies, and three small people arc rushing all oyer everywhere with three impromptu nets trying somewhat vainly to catch the only butterfly that has ventured near the flowers this morning. “Don’t,” I said. “Let it enjoy the sunshine, too, it won’t live very long, anyway.” “No,” they said, “they’re PESTS!” “Oh, but they’re so pretty,” I answered. Three backs turned resolutely. “Just like a girl,” they said as plainly as can be. But Ido wish the butterflies weren’t such „ ravenous fellows. The sky is so blue to-day and they, so white, are like wind-swept yachts sailing an upside-down sea. Red geraniums. Exactly what I feel like now—my face, I mean. What I really want is a long, lazy swim, so I think I * shall leave you and hurry, else there won’t be time. Oh, lei’s have another competition. Seniors and juniors as usual (seniors over twelve}. Drawing and story (separate} subjects, “The Sun Saw ,” “The Blue Ghost,” or, thirdchoice, an animal story. I’ll give you four weeks. So something exciting should be forthcoming. Love to you all,