A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 418, 28 July 1928, Page 27

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARE PLACES

A TIMELY VISITOR

“AH!” cried the Little Thought, plucking the Dawn Lady ll by the sleeve, his mouth a round O of delight and his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Someone is coming down Tiptoe street, scattering violets and daffodils all the way. The Pixie Postmen are all capering with joy and spilling the letters, and the Doorkeeper has run for his field glasses. What can I beat for a drum? It’s Doctor Spring Sunshine!” “Let us go and meet him,” laughed the Dawn Lady, seizing the Little Thought by the hand. “And we must call everyone. .. . Doorkeeper! Joyshop man! Woodpecker! Doctor Spring Sunshine is coming down Tiptoe Street. Ah, there he is, almost at the Happy Town gates, and the Pixie Postmen have formed a bodyguard. Look at his smiling face, and he has not forgotten his knapsack of fine days that he wrote about.” “Greetings, Dawn Lady,” called a genial voice. “I wonder if you will put my name in the ‘Welcome to Happy Town’ list this week? All this time I have been longing to return, hut I was needed elsewhere. Even now I am afraid I have raced the calendar, but, anyway, the daffodils are out and the birds have commenced singing. When you sent your last urgent summons, I picked up my knapsack and came without delay. . . .

Now, just show me your list of sick Sunbeams and I shall make it. my business to bring the colour of health back to all those pale cheeks. . . . Why, bless me, how Happy Town has grown! And what a large hollow there is now in the Hollow Tree. And there is the Place-of-You-Never-Can-Tell with the Doorkeeper still in residence. And here comes the Joyshop man with that famous Woodpecker perched on his shoulder. This is indeed a joyous day. . . . Why, Little Thought, are you still here? And you were afraid I had forgotten you? See, I have brought you a new cap and some tiny pointed shoes from a far, far country where fairies leave such things under mushrooms for fortunate people to find. ... In my travels I met Summertime M.D., and he told me of the welcome awaiting me in Happy Town.” “Let us have a party under the Happiness Tree,” suggested the Dawn Lady, “and invite everyone. The Pixie Postmen can be the waiters.” “Yes, let’s,” laughed Doctor Spring Sunshine, “but, first of all Mister Doorkeeper, please will you lock this knapsack of fine days safely away in the Place-of-You-Never-Can-Tell, so that they may he

safely distributed, for it would never do to lose such precious freight. . . . Now then, just see who can race me across to the Happiness Tree.”