AN ANSWER TO

Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 86, 8 October 1938, Page 20

AN ANSWER TO

"Lady Cay." City.—That's a luckier pea-name, because nobody else owns It. Isn't it tunny that no one has written verses about a black lamb yet? "Boat> Harbour Fred," City.—Just a penny stamp for the postman, lad. Have you been teaching small brother to paint? Hie colouring is almost as good as your own. Shirley Porteous, Brooklyn.—You know, 1 think you have fairy fingers. They never leave marks or smuts, and your picture might never have been touched by bands, bo clean and clear it is. "China Child." City.—Please, which was your poem? Is it. the one called "Springtime's visit to Summer"? That has no owner yet. "Lassie," Kelburn.—l'm so very glad—about the former fashion back again. It suits you well . . . Once I bad that caricature book, but It ran away. "Frisky Faye," Karori.—Tours was tbe little crinolined lady gathering flowers with a basket, wasn't it, elf? You forgot to put a name to your picture, so I wasn't oulte certain. "White Horse Inn," Lower Hutt—And another letter from you! It must be my lucky week, bend the answers with the puzzles. pUle: otherwise they become mislaid. "Ardaah," Northland.—Baby lambs are the prettiest things, when they are playing. . . . But I thought nieces who went to golf al.ways acted caddy for their uncles! "Snuisie," Petone.—Did you really make all the verses yourself? . . . because U'a ever so good. I don't think Nona 1b a Bins elf, pixie, but ask her wbeD you write. "Splndleberry." Masterton.--Pretty colours you have in your crayon-box, small one. And what a letterful of news I Are the poems coming next week? "Sunset," Island Bay.—Pixie, I can't find your name in our register. Are you new? Tell mo all about you next time you write. Yours was a good story. "Frisky Faye," Karori.—We'll have a search for a pen-friend for you—and what Jots of excitement you have with your buzzy friends I I hope there was a blue-bag handy I "Joy Blossom," Seatoun.—But that name waa worth waiting for—it's the daintiest one. Do you think that egg was left by the plxleo or blown from a neat? "Scotch Heather," Brooklyn.—Please will you write to "Snussle"? She would like to hear from you. Her address is 124 Hutt* Koad. Petone. "Storyflirl," Kelburn.—That was a pop-in ano pop-out visit, but you couldn't be late for that appointment, could you? Come in again when you have more time. »> *