STORY IN PICTURES

Taranaki Daily News, 20 November 1926, Page 21

STORY IN PICTURES

POLLY, PETER AND WALLABY

Richard, Gwendoline and Wallaby held a meeting the other day—a very important meeting it was. The great question was: How could they get even with Poppy and Pedro for all the annoyance they had caused them? They thought and talked and talked and thought, but without much result. "I can’t think of anything,” said Polly.

Just when they were almost giving it up as a bad job, Richard burst int< a loud laugh and began to dance upon the box. Wallaby and Gwendoline wen ever so startled a| Richard’s strang antics, but Polly was much quicker to perceive, that the pup had struck some idea. ‘ill bet hes thought of something brainy,” she murmured with a chuckle

Richard certainly had thought of something. And he very excitedly explained it to Gwendoline and Polly. "Well write out a clue to some hidden treasure,” he explained, “and drop it over Poppy and Pedro’s fence. They are so frightfully greedy that they are sure to try to discover the treasure. We’ll have some fun watching them, and they’ll be awfully angry when they find out that we wrote it.” The others voted it a capital scheme.

It took the chums quite a long time to ’concoct the clue to the supposed hidden treasure. Richard wrote it out with the assistance of Polly and Gwendoline. Wallaby just curled his tail in amazement. I’m afraid there were quite a number of words spelt wrongly, because Richard simply cannot spell, and Polly has only the vaguest notion.

At last the precious document was finished, and the chums repaired ever so stealthily to the dilapidated home of Pedro and Poppy. Seeing the coast was quite clear, Richard dropped the paper over the fence and watched it flutter to the ground. “Now then,” said Richard, “ we’ll just watch until they come along, and then the fun will start.”

Of course Pedro and Poppy pounced upon the paper immediately they entered the yard. And Pedro glued his nose to the sheet. Very laboriously he spelt the words out. “Why, it’s a clue to hidden treasure,” he cried. “The wind must have blown it over.” What good luck! I’ll soon work it out, and then we shall be as rich as Kings. Pedro and Poppy, in a great state of excitement, began to dream of the wonderful things they could buy.