OUR STORY

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 7, Issue 98, 11 August 1944, Page 6

OUR STORY

DAY DREAMS

Marjorie was only a little gin, hut, before- many 3'ears of her life had passed, she had, fallen into the bad habit of da3 r dreaming. Whether at home or at school, at work or at play, she would gradually sink into a world of her own, alone with her thoughts and fancies. Her parents and teachers found it very hard to keep her concentrated on her imagined dreams. What 'She thought of, no one knew, but certain it was that this occupation amused her more than any other. One day, while reading in the garden, she began pondering over the. ideas that the book gave her and was soon-far away, imagining herself a heroine or a i'airy—any character that appealed to- her. Suddenly the surroundings changed, and she was. in a large park, surrounded by dark trees and containing many (lowers growing amidst the grass. Flitting through the air, and all about her, were fairy-like things, with wings that glittered with all the colours of the rainbow. "We are 3*olll* da 3* dreams," they said in chorus and stopped their llight. I mmediately Marjorie recognised some of her best-loved characters, while others were, named with titles that recalled her all half-thought-of ideas,. In each Avay she recognised something connected with her tasks, for, if a thing was dull (and even if it wasn't) she would become unconscious, of everything going on around her, and enjoy herself with these other companions. "Come and sit here," they then said, and dragged Marjorie to a grassy seat, each trying to talk at once. At last one stood up, the leader, no doubt. "Are 3*ou not the earth-child who is forever day dreaming?" he said. Marjorie nodded, bewildered. "You arc here to-day to learn what we think of you and to see how you have been, playing havoc with our land. We permit you mortals a certain number of day dreams but 3*oii have' been Jar too greeth" and taken more than 3*olll* fair share. All through the day you summon us, and all 0111* work has been neglected. Hence the bain* dreams have been left to grow up by themselves and are 'Sadh* in need of attention. You, and those like 3 r ou, must learn to Ik* happy in your own land without trespassing on ours. If it is nicer here, that is no fault of ours and you must correct it b3' making 3 r oui own world better. It is far more pleasing to enj'o3- yourself among your mortal companions than to call "us. for 3'our amusement." With this he sat down and the forms of the fairies began to fade from Marjorie's eyes and she found herself once more at home. But, ever since then she has, taken more trouble with her work and is liked more by everyone.