LOTS AND LOTS

Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 103, 28 October 1933, Page 20

LOTS AND LOTS

"Golden Rain," Petone.—Send your letters to "Fairicl," chick, 'cos the "Evening Tost" is big. It's a very dainty name. "Yellow Tulip," City.—ls that you beslda the weo house underneath the mushroom? "Purple Pansy," Seatoun. —Such a mischievous Weather Clerk that dayl But thero were more sunshine elves than rain fairies, so I 'speet you enjoyed it. " Nola Cornish, Newtown.—The name does bclonp, Dearness. Would you like to bo "Fairy Wonder" 1 Fay Smith, Karorl. —Oh, and yours is taken too.. Think of another pretty one, elf. "Tom Keen«," Karq.-i.—Do birds catch measles? P'raps lie hnd them too, and that made him feel so miserable. "Mandelay," Petone.—You're a luckier chick tills ,tlme. I liked this name most. "Hamlet," PetonV.—There's hundreds and hundreds—truly. I'ro lost count a little bit lately. .. . . "Clarionettc," Petone.—lt's beautifully important to bo made a plxle when you're little. "The Bat," City.—But they're just splendid— a baker's dozen of toppluc books! And they look almost shop-new. "Tiny Tot," Brooklyn.—And isn't it truly more exciting to mako them yourself? "Wally Wagtail," Ngaio.—Why, it should bo a , gay book. Yes, go ahead. "Blue Wattle," Miramar.—l 'spect you forgot the drawing, 'cos I couldn't rind It. . "Frosty Jack," Kilbirnle.—Have you had the measles? I'm Rlad you liked the present. 1 thought it might be fun. "Ice Cream," Kilblrriie.—So sorry. But awfully' soon- you'll be back in the sunshine again. "Punch," City.—lt must have been our special Postman, I think. He certainly seemed to know all about It. "Glaxo," Brooklyn.—But I think I'd rather escape the cold, and havo bceakfast-at-a-table. _ Wouldn't you ? "Princess Pat," Palmerston.—Vou had just the right story ready. Good lassie. "Vameo Amltie," Brooklyn.—The poem has rhythm, but nothing further to lift It into a special.-place. The story is good. "Little- Gladness," Karori.—But dreams can lead to 'Fairyland, 'spite of what grown-ups say^ I'm trying the recipe. "Sweetpea," City.—There's really nobody round about your size that I know of, colleen—at least, not In the Ring. "Janet Gaynor." Maryborough.—Too late with the poem,' childle. Look ahead to Summertime, and use your pen then. "Tnl," Ngahau School.—ls there a swing there specially for small ones? "Margaret," Ngahau School.—You must have had a holiday too. Was the visit fun? "Ronald," Ngahau School.—That would mean picnicking, and exploring on tho beach. . . . "Marie Louise," Ngahau School.—Such very important things a housekeeper must do. ... "Marion," Ngahau School.—Nannn will be pleased. Is it for Christmas-time? "Loraine," Ngahau School.—l 'spect they were j both muddled before' you'd finished. "Una," Ngahau School.—Monday «-,is ;i Ecrambly day, but the sun did peep out when' the ralu fairies weren't looking. "Betty," Ngahau School.—Pillowfights and things? I wonder what Mummlo says. ~ .. "Muriel.", Ngahau School—l 'sposo sho thought that sleeping-time was duo. "Ada," Ngahau School.—First time you've been Captain? It sounds very jolly. ''Mary," Ngahau School.—You must have been extra specially good, ladybird. "All of You," Ngahau School.—Oh, I got wet in tho rain and dry in the sun. But I didn't catch cold.' . . . "Buttercup," Roseneath.—They're rarer now, the little brown birds. If you weren't a fairy, you might bo one. .... "Bobbofink," Petone.—Was it very successful? And did you tako part la it? "Starling," Petone.—l'm so glad you're both home again; and better. A few more hot days, and we'll all be swimming. "Seagull," Paekakarlkl.—Adventures,' that day. Did you land on a slippery • stone when you jumped, young.one? . ■ ~ "Robfnion .Crusoe," . Pa'ekakarikl—We'd like you to. I'll ■ savo your riddles till there's room.