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New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12609, 20 November 1926, Page 16

My Dears, — Such a lot of things went wrong last lime! There was a jolly competition, but it got spoilt, because all the answers hopped in, too! But, never mind! I’ve jumbled you some more names, and this is even a better mixture than last time—“Cheeriel’s Own,” I’ve called it. All sorts of nummy things are in it, like (Oh, goodness! I nearly let one out). But the clever and lucky ones will know. And because everyone can’t be right, however hard you try, I’m giving you some easy recipes to make at home, so you can all have something nice to eat. Ever so much love. From LRIECHEE. (Bother! I’ve jumbled my own name now! Cheeriel.)

Very Dear Things,— The sea is.all about this city—everywhere bays and inlets, long arms and little fingers of sea. running up into the land. And all .the city crowds breathlessly, to its .edge—overflows, almost, into it blue. So that a seaside picnic is .the simplest thing in the world. But one day we set out to find the country. Miles we went, and miles, before the city was left behind—street after street, suburb after suburb, village after village. But in the end we found the hills, the rock and flower and sapling covered spaces with blue distances showing between, and far behind us the long white-gleaming lines of sand. Down into the green shades of the valleys we went, where the trees rose huge above us and all but shut out the sky. We lunched .on the ferny floor, half hoping, half fearful—-snakes! But only an occasional bird flashed, shining blue or green, between the branches, and the water dripped lazily from one shallow pool to another over the brown flat rocks. It was the wav home that-held the adventure. The air gradually became a strange rosy gold, and the brown of pools became purple. Somewhe re^—coming nearer—was a queer rustling crackle like crumpling of stiff paper. And then, round a bend in the road, we came upon—fire! Lucky for us it had already crossed the road, and was busy licking up the green loveliness of the summit. But along the roadside logs still blazed savagely—tongues of angry flame lashing—branches hissed and crumpled. The smoke blinded and choked us. We held our breaths while the car leaped forward, diving a sure way to the c tear air beyond. Not long, but ever so thrilling! No wonder the cities here crouch beside the sea! Yours, FAIRIEL.