A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 394, 30 June 1928, Page 27

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES *- 4 PICTURES IS that an Incredible Creature?” asked the Doorkeeper, peering over the Dawn Lady’s shoulder, his face alight with interest. “Oh, no,” said the Dawn Lady, in a horrified voice, “this is a Patchwork Personality, the first of the new series.” “And does he come from the Land of Lost Ideas?” “.Mo, he has never heard of that place. He is a respected citizen of India.” “ A hat funny hats they wear in that country,” observed the Joyshop man with a loud chuckle. “Hush!” whispered the Little Thought. “He might hear, and probably it is the fashion in that part of the world.” “And, anyway,” added the Doorkeeper, wisely, “we should never laugh at anything we don’t understand.” “I have often laughed at a joke without understanding it,” confessed the Joyshop man. “But that is just another form of politeness,” murmured the Doorkeeper. “Why, Dawn Lady, what picture is that? What? Another painting competition? Goody, goody! How pleased the Sunbeams will be. It will give them plenty to do these rainy days when they are not able to go to school. There lias been too much rain lately in the; outside world, but there are never any puddles in Tiptoe Street. Isn’t it strange?” “Oh, not so strange,” said the Joyshop man. “You haven’t forgotten those long rows of bottled sunshine all round the Joyshop, surely. When rain threatens I scatter the precious mixture far and wide.” » “And the shortest day is over,” nodded the Little Thought. “Poppies white and poppies red. Every one holds up its head. We have read each Sunbeam’s tale in the competition mail,” rose a chorus of voices and the piping sound of many silver whistles as the Pixie Postmen came filing over the grass, bent double under their burdens. “Oh, just look,” said the Dawn Lady, “what a host of stories. Mow we shall know just exactly how poppies come to be coloured. And I wonder how many of our little Happy Town authors noticed the wee artist in the background of the picture. Doorkeeper, you're big and strong and willing. Please take all these stories and place them in a neat prile under the Happiness Tree.” “Shall I bring my little n yellow and green wheel- . VQ\ _T o^LaJ barrow?” asked the Little Ajb* KLJ CUA>w Thought, eagerly, “I should . like to help, too.” V ——