A LITTLE WORLD FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 50, 21 May 1927, Page 25 (Supplement)

A LITTLE WORLD FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

A SIMPLE STORY

WHAT are you writing Dawn Lady?” asked the man who keeps the Joy Shop, sauntering out with the sunshine to find the Dawn Lady knitting her brows, nibbling her pencil and looking very busy. “Im writing something for the Sunbeams. It’s about guineapigs,” answered the Dawn Lady. “But you told them something about guinea-pigs not verv long ago and you can’t have guinea-pigs twice over,” said the Doorkeeper sternly. “Of course you can,” said the Little Thought. “They’re not like mumps.” And he squatted contentedly down at the Dawn Lady’s feet and nodded his head very wisely. “Please read what you have written,” said the man who keeps the Joy Shop. So the Dawn Lady cleared her throat and began in a small faint voice: “Run little guinea-pigs, run, run, run. There’s a great big man with a great big gun—qiiite the most terrible under the sun and he’s coming to Guinea-Pig Land.” It rhymes,” whispered the man who keeps the Joy Shop giving the Doorkeeper a triumphant nudge. “Hush!” said the Doorkeeper indignantly. “Let her go on.” “It’s specially written for the little ones who keep guineapigs,” explained the Dawn Lady. “And the next part goes like this: Grandfather, Grandfather, get your crutch. It’s against the door in the middle-sized hutch. You must leave your tea though you haven’t had much. We must hasten from GuineaPig Land.” “I rather like it,” said the Little Thought. “Is there any more?” “I’m afraid there is,” said the Dawn Lady, “but if I say it quickly it won’t take very long.” This is the rest of it : Grandmother, Grandmother, why do you sit in the same old corner and knit, knit, knit. You will drop a stitch and the sock won’t fit a foot in Guinea-pig Land. Hurry, hurry, he’s drawing near, and now he’s speaking, oh dear, oh dear! ‘Have you noticed any rabbit people passing here, good folk of Guineapig Land ?’ ’’ “Oh, what a relief!” sighed the Little Thought. “Everything came right after all.” “It usually does,” said the Doorkeeper and the man who keeps the Joy Shop, very wisely.