SOAP BUBBLES

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 282, 18 February 1928, Page 27

SOAP BUBBLES

a uobs was a naughty elf, and he was always stealing something. One day he stole a piece of soap—and tried to eat it. Oh! Tubbs* howls could be heard by all the creatures in the woods. “What's the matter?” asked old Grandad Toad. “I th-th-thought it was nice to eat!” sobbed Tubbs. “And it wasn’t!” “Why, it’s soap, my boy!” chuckled old Grandad Toad. “Where did you get it? It isn’t for eating—it's for washing with, and it’ll do to wash my pipe.” So Grandad Toad made some water all lathery and dipped the bowl of his pipe in it, blowing away all the time to get the inside clean. Suddenly Tubbs left off howling, for out of the pipe was growing a great, beautifully-coloured

tiling like the moon with a rainbow in it. It grew bigger and bigger, and then floated away. Tubbs squealed with delight. “Again! Again!” he cried. So Grandad Toad blew some more. “I tell you what it is, my boy,” he said, his eyes nearly goggling out of his head. “You’ve got hold of some magic soap—that’s what it is! Take hold of it, or I shall be tempted to keep it!”

And he handed it back to Tubbs and wouldn’t even accept ta tiny bit of it. And all the fairies thought it was magic, every one of them. As for Tubbs, he was so proud he puffed himself out so that he looked fatter than ever, and he was always fat.

“I don’t like to see a little chap cry,” said old Grandad Toad to himself, and he chuckled all night. “I thought those bubbles would amuse him!”

But when he discovered that soap makes bubbles I don’t know!