A LITTLE WORLD FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 218, 3 December 1927, Page 27 (Supplement)

A LITTLE WORLD FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

A PURPLE PANSY

friendship is a steady light shining in dark places

“I AM feeling very happy to-day,” said the Little Thought, 1 peering over the Joy Shop counter and smiling at a red carnation that a Sunbeam had left there. “Someone has been saying something about me. . . The Dawn Lady is just answering the Sunbeams’ letters and one fell out of her lap. As I picked it up to give it back, I saw what was written on it. Now this Sunbeam had sent the Dawn Lady a beautiful pressed pansy, and, in the last Hollow Tree, the Dawn Lady said that she had’ put it with a big purple one from a far-away garden. And this is what the Sunbeaan said in reply: ‘That purple pansy must bring happy memories of the far-away garden. I can just imagine it, sweet with the mingled scents of the old-fashioned flowers. I think, however, that the picture is not complete without the bright figure of the Little Thought flitting gaily among the fragrant blooms. . Now, Joy Shop Man, the Dawn Lady had that garden long before we found Happy Town, and she has had that big purple pansy all the time. She picked it the day she left the garden and pulled the white gate to behind her for the last time. . . I want to tell you a secret. . . Sometimes she would catch a glimmer of wings in the garden and think she had seen a butterfly, but I know that garden just as well as the Dawn Lady does. I even watched her pick the purple pansy ‘i ’ tt &S ° m° n t^le th a t I took her down Tiptoe Street to find Happy Town that she really recognised me for what I am. . . Listen! She is calling now. . “There are the Pixie Postmen and there is the Doorkeeper with some more sixpences in his hat.” “Yes,” called the Doorkeeper. “Besides the sixpences from the Sunbeams, some lady who loves children and hasn’t even sipiwl her name, has just sent us twenty very shiny ones. People like that in the outside world can yet steal back down the remembered paths of childhood and touch with their fin-er-tins the deathless portals of places, such as Happy Town.” C P OUAhw