A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 400, 14 July 1928, Page 27

A Little World for Little People

friendship is a steady light shining in dark places

WHEELB ARR OWS

Tns looks interesting,” remarked the Doorkeeper, picking up a piece of paper that had fluttered out of the Dawn Lady’s hands as she was passing the Place-of-You-Never-Can-Tell. “It’s all ab«ut an old lady who used to take her daily airing in a wheelbarrow, but it has a missing line.” “I do hope it s not a yellow and green wheelbarrow with a squeaky wheel, ’ said the Little Thought, anxiously, “because I simply can’t lend mine to anyone.” “Oh, no, there’s no need to worry. I don’t think it is any relation at all to your famous little toy. It just seems to be an ordinary one like those the gardeners use for wheeling weeds away.” “But why should any old lady want to be riding in a wheelbarrow?” queried the Little Thought, frankly amazed. “I don’t know at all. It’s a limerick competition, and it doesn’t give the reason. Perhaps she just wanted to do something different, but, anyway, the Sunbeams may be able to find the explanation when they fill in the last line. What rhymes with ’barrow,’ Little Thought?” “I can think of two or three words, hut perhaps I had better whisper them in case anyone overhears . . .” “Oh, thank you very much. Now, if you wouldn’t mind returning this slip of paper to the Dawn Lady, I shall see what I can do about it.” “I’m sorry to interrupt,” said the Joyshop man, strolling up, a crease of laughter in either cheek, “but I’ve just been reading an account of a black cat party where all the guests wore black velvet dress suits, high starched collars, shiny top hats and patent leather shoes. Do you think the story can possibly be true?” “Perhaps it is, and perhaps it isn’t, but you should never make a practice of believing everything you read. Do you know if they arrived at the party in wheelbarrows?” “Wheelbarrows?” echoed the Joyshop man. “Most certainly not!” “Oh, well, they couldn’t have been as up-to-date as the old lady lam thinking of. She went everywhere in one, and thoroughly enjoyed it.” H “I don’t understand,” said the Joyshop man, faintly. “Of course, you don’t,” laughed the Doorkeeper. ‘ “She’s in a limerick.” “But I thought you said she went everywhere in a wheelbarrow.” “And so I did.” “This is beyond me,” confessed the Joyshop man, completely baffled. “Then, friend,” sighed the « Doorkeeper, “I am afraid -J <Jn\ J-D you will have no chance hlj kL CuaJ-w whatever in this competi- —-* l tion.” V ■—