A LITTLE WORLD FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 270, 4 February 1928, Page 29

A LITTLE WORLD FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

A DEEP DISCUSSION . FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES "THERE now/’ said the Doorkeeper, “I said from the very first 1 that those little picture hoys were twins and it must he right because neatly all the Sunbeams called them twins in their stories. If one person says a thing and a great number of people have the same opinion that shows that it must he right. Can’t you see that?” “Of course I can,” laughed the Joy Shop man. “You have made it perfectly plain even though I don’t remember your actually saj ing that the boys were twins. But thank you for explaining it so thoroughly.” “Oh, it was no trouble whatever,” answered the Doorkeeper, archly. “I am never happier than when I have something to explain. ... By the way, how would you like to he Twins, Little Thought?” “I have often been twins, Mister Doorkeeper. Sometimes when I pay my visits to the outside world I catch a glimpse of another Little Thought in pools by the roadside and in pieces of glass that make one person into two. I meant to tell you about it.” “Ho! ho!” chuckled the Doorkeeper. “I must tell the Dawn Lady about this. She will have something to say on the matter, especially if you stayed more than twenty seconds looking at that other Little Thought.” “But I couldn’t help it. His wings were just like mine.” “There, Little Thought, lie’s just teasing. There’s no one exactly like you in the world. It was your own reflection that you saw. Come here and read this charming little story called ‘The Silver Shoe,’ by Sunbeam Joan Brookfield. Everyone will be glad that this little girl has been successful for she has always listened faithfully for the Competition Bell.” “And I see you have the picture of those squirrel babies, too, Dawn Lady. Are you going to print it again?” “Yes, Little Thought. I should like to give twice as many Sunbeams an opportunity to enter. This-is proving one of the most popular painting competitions we have ever held in Happy Town.” “What colour should squirrels really be ?” asked the Doorkeeper, anxiously. “Well, I have never heard of a purple ong,” answered the Joy Shop man, and, coming closer, he breathed something in the Doorkeeper’s ear. “Oh, thank you,” said the "Doorkeeper, gratefully," disappearing suddenly into- the Place-of-You-Never-Can-Tell.