FAIRY RAINY DAY

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 44, 14 May 1927, Page 24 (Supplement)

FAIRY RAINY DAY

Outside the rain was pouring stead-ier—pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, and quickly collecting into puddles. People were running here, there and everywhere out of the wet, but inside sat Pat on the sofa staring moodily out at the rain. “Oh, you horrid rain!” she said. “If it hadn’t been for you I would be at a lovely party now instead of sitting here.” “Don’t say that,” said a soft little voice, and before Pat’s startled eyes there appeared a little wisp of wonderment in the shape of a fairy. Her dress was of gossamer, her wings the colour of the rainbow, and all over her clung little sparkling drops of water. “I am so sorry,” said a very shy Pat, ‘but you see ” And she told the fairy her tale.

“Why not have a party of your own and invite the whole nursery?” “Yes, what a lovely idea. Come here

Susan and get your face washed,” said Pat. Later, when the fairy peeped in, she saw before a glowing fire Pat presiding over a happy family. Susan was enjoying cakes, so was Golliwog, and Teddy was bursting himself with fruit. But the rest were behaving themselves like the little ladies that they were. Pat loves the rain now. Why? Pat knows. —lsabel Davis (aged 12). Epsom.