A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 370, 2 June 1928, Page 29

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS a STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES

BALLOONS

“ALD MRS. TIPPITOES is quite as important now as the stars U and flowers and trees,” mused the Little Thought, peering over the Dawn Lady’s shoulder at some of the entries for the missing line competition. “How do you mean ’” asked the Joyshop man, glancing sideways at a butterfly that had alighted for a moment on the brim of his hat. “She has had so many poems written about her,” explained the Little Thought. “That’s not Mrs. Tippitoes with all the balloons, is it?” asked the Doorkeeper, anxiously, “because if it is she will be in charge of two competitions and that doesn’t seem fair.” “Oh, no,” answered the Dawn Lady,” this is just a balloon woman without any particular name. She has to stay in the picture holding the balloons until the Sunbeams have painted them. lam sure they will give her a pretty frock too. This is a very special competition and, this time, only the little ones are to enter. They' wanted something for children not older than ten and I am sure this will please them.” “When I was about that age I simply loved painting balloons,” said the Doorkeeper, wistfully, “but perhaps it would be a, breach of etiquette to enter this time.” “What is a breach of etiquette?” asked the Little Thought, in a puzzled voice. “Eating with your fingers, forgetting; to say ‘Please,’ and ‘Thank you,’ or doing anything that is considered not quite correct,” answered the Doorkeeper, wisely. “A Sunbeam has requested the Woodpecker to leave a feather for her in the Hollow Tree,” said the Joyshop man, “and he has just chosen a beautiful downy one from under his wing. Won’t the Sunbeam be pleased?” “And they are all delighted with his picture,” added the Dawn Lady, “so we must always use it in the Happy Town page.” “If you please,” announced a Pixie Postman, bowing low, “Mrs. Tippitoes has just called to hear those poems the Sunbeams have been writing about her.” “Then just tell her,” said the Doorkeeper, mildly, “that she mustn’t on any account be taking too much interest in those balloons.” n “Your pleasure is my « /. V£)\ T cxJLm pleasure,” murmured the ■ esLJ _ Pixie Postman, with a still deeper bow. V