PETER PAN’S LETTER

Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20911, 16 September 1939, Page 19 (Supplement)

PETER PAN’S LETTER

2)EAR qirls and boys, Such a gay old world this one of ours is at present with its golden and blue gardens and Its wealth of surprises that Peter feels sure there are lots and lots of tiny fairy folk at work trying to make the flower folk seem so muoh brighter to help us in our times of trouble and distress. As Peter writes this letter to you the golden sunbeam fairies are skipping over the windowsill and playing amongst the Bunshlne Girl's curls which the little Wind Elves are ruffling and on Peter’s desk a bowl of golden daffodil* sway to and fro as If dancing to some elfin music. The Clrole People love to spend a few hours in their gardens now that the nights are drawing out and after they have finished their days’ work they seem to find there rest and quietness after the hustle and bustle of the busy streets. The Wendy Person and Peter have started their morning and evening strolls again for the days seem to be far too short and the minutes far too preoious to lose. Such lovely sights they have seen too for there are so many, many things of beauty that Mother Nature and her fairy folk seem to keep for those who have eyes to see and for the very “early birds” too. The other morning there were the green hedges and lawns glistening with fairy Jewels and everywhere were hung fragile cobwebs which glistened with sliver diamonds and danced in a very slight breeze. The Wendy Person felt so sad when she remembered that the Jewels would soon be lost, for when Mr Sun rose in all his golden glory their silver shine was gone. Then there are tiny pink buds on the peach trees which are just bursting their brown Jackets to show crumpled satin petals to the waiting world and Peter had been watching his trees to see how many pieces are already in bloom. Then, too, there are sprays of golden Jasmine everywhere and Peter loves their lovely satin petals and soft green leaves. The other evening as Peter hurried up the garden path he was greeted with the loveliest fragranoe of hyacinths which had been wafted along on the wings of the Night Child from the Sunshine Girl’s garden and the silvery moon shone on the plum tree which looked for all the world like a bride with a carpet of soft white petals. But here comes the Printer Man again so lots and lots of love to you all, to the big ones, the little ones and those in between and lots of hopes for Jolly and sun-shiny days. From your own—wwwuuauimi™ : TO&+- '

Little Robin, Hamilton. —You are a stranger, Little Robin and Peter was so pleased to see you had not forgotten the Circle altogether. You win a book prize for competitions, not points. Yes, you may send copied verses in at any time. Peter is always pleased to receive them.—Peter Pan. HOLIDAY NEWS Dear Peter Pan, —At last I have decided to.write to you and tell you all about my holidays. We had tnree weeks’ holiday this time and 1 enjoyeu them very much. The day alter we broke up at school i biked out to Cambridge to spend a Tew days with a rrierid. Her parents own a boarding-house and 1 enjoyed myself very much during my visit. The first night 1 was there we went to the pictures and saw Bobby Breen, it was the first time l have seen him and I think he is a good actor as well as a good singer. The next day my friend and I went for a bicycle ride. She showed rne all the views or Cambridge and I think it is a pretty town. On the Monday evening we went to a play which was held in the Town Hall. I came home on Wednesday and my brothers went away. They only had two weeks’ holiday so 1 went away during the last week or my holidays to my aunty’s place in Ngaruawaliia. My Uncle was in bed all the time I was there and 1 spent two days in bed as I thought I had the ’flu, too; but it was only a severe cold. From my bedroom window I could see darling little lambs Trisklng about their mothers in the shade or weeping willow trees, which have just got their emerald green leaves. Wasn’t It a lovely day to-

day, Peter? It Is quite a change to see the sun again, isn’t it? Mother has some beautiful cream primroses for a border in the front garden, and has some lovely golden dafTodlls behind tnem. Well, Peter, i must close now as I have run out of news, so cheerio till next week.—silver Mist (14), Hamilton. Such a welcome letter yours was, Silver Mist, after such a long silence. The gardens are looking lovely at present, aren’t they? Don’t forget us Tor eo long again, will you?—Peter Pan. JOLLY DAYS Dear Peter Pan, —I am very sorry that I did not writp to you before, but i have been in bed with a bad cold. 1 am going to tell you about a walk we had. There were 14 of us, and we decided to go to the top of a nearby farm and to lake our lunch with us. When we were about three-quarters or the way up we had our lunch under the branches of a spreading tree. After lunch we ventured on to the lop. Looking down we saw a bush and In it we saw many be-autirul trees and glorious piumaged birds. We were very sorry when the time came to go home. On the way home we passed a hive of bees. Not very long ago I went to Northcote for a holiday. Northcote is a small town other side or Auckland. One .Sunday we took our lunch and went into a place called Kauri Gully to spend the day. We saw kauri trees lour to 50u years of age. While walking among the trees we came to a pond in which a dog was swimming. We had a swing and then went home. On tlie following Tuesday we went to see some friends on Waiheke Island. It