A LITTLE WORLD FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 258, 21 January 1928, Page 27

A LITTLE WORLD FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

THOUGHT PARCELS FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES "ISAY, do you think it’s true?” asked the Doorkeeper, peerin--1 cautiously over his shoulder to make sure that no one was listening. “Do I think what is true?” queried the Joy Shop man, popping his head out the window and blinking at the sunshine “That the fairies visit the Dawn Lady every “Why, of course, it’s true. They bring her idea°s and wishes and tilings. Every night is Christmas Eve for the Dawn Lady Sometimes they bring her messages from the Sunbeams and leave them on her pillow. She finds them in the mornin" and carefully unwraps every thought parcel. That’s why the° Sunbeams seem like her children.” “Oh, I see,” said the Doorkeeper, gravely twiddling with the third gold and blue button on his velvet waistcoat. “That explains everything. . . . Would you like to hear the start of my story about those two boys? It’s not very good and I have just written the first paragraph. It begins like this: ‘Sit still, Algernon, and don’t look so much like me. People might mistake us for twins.’ How does it sound?” “Very well,” said the Joy Shop man, kindly, “but if it takes you a week to write that much you will never have it finished in time.” “Where are you all?” called the Little Thought, skipping merrily down the path to the Joy Shop. “I want to tell you someth.ng. The iairies left a thought parcel on a Sunbeam’s pillow, too. For a long time she had been writing to another Sunbeam and they decided to meet. Neither bad ever seen the other, so he first one unpacked her thought parcel and found a novel idea, she had just had a new dress made, a cherry-coloured one, and die sent a snipping of the material to her Sunbeam friend. The rest was easy. They met in a crowded thoroughfare and found each other at once. The joke about it is that they think it is all a secret, but, well, as a matter of fact, I happened to he there.” “And have you told the Dawn Lady?” asked the Doorkeeper, very sternly. “Of course I have,” laughed the Little Thought. “I always tell her everything and I always tell her first. No one would have it otherwise.”