A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 442, 25 August 1928, Page 29

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES FLYING FISH AM) SPRING POSIES A BIRD-CAGE at the bottom of tlie sea?” said the Doorkeeper in bewilderment. “But birds fly in the air and have never been Riiown to live under water. I can’t make this out at all.” “It’s one of those story pictures,” laughed the Joyshop man, "and the-Sunbeams will soon .be busy explaining just how it got there. That little lady is a mermaid. Mermaids have tails instead of feet, but they really find them quite useful. Of course if they lived on land, they would not be suitable for running about in spring meadows. I doubt even if a mermaid would be able to come down Tiptoe Street.” “I think I shall try a story about this picture,” said the Doorkeeper, thoughtfully. The cage could be the property of a flying fish, and the flying fiisli could be called Timothv.” “Why Timothy?” “Because I rather like that name and I have never heard of a flying fish called Timothy. Or do you think Reginald would be better? “Why not Montague?” “Montague sounds so stiff and formal,” said the Doorkeeper decidedly. ’ “Perhaps I can help,” suggested the Little Thought, alio-ht-ing on the Doorkeeper’s shoulder, a ray of sunshine strikingacross his wings. “What is it all about ?” “Well,” said the Doorkeeper, “can you think of a suitable name tor a flying fish?” flf g fiish ; echoed the Little Thought. “I have never heard of a flying fish having a name, but why not call him Timothy ?” There you are !” cried the Doorkeeper in triumph. “Timothy it shall be. Look, here comes the Dawn Lady with her hand's full of posies. She has daffodils and violets, freesias and forget-me-nots, dew-wet red rosebuds, snowdrops, jonquils and ferns Sometimes I envy the Dawn Lady, though she is quite generous in the matter of buttonholes. See, she is selecting one each for us now. Mine is a freesia. Mow,-didn’t I say so? What, I didn’t? Well, I surely meant to.” And mine is a daffodil,” said the Joyshop man, “because it is the exact colour of bottled sunshine.” “And mine is a violet,” breathed the Little Thought, “because it is small and sweet with perfume.” “And what about one for me?” called Doctor Spring Sunshine. “Without my help, you know, there would be « none of these beautiful posies . / 67\\ [Pi. at all. At present I’m the RjJ magician who cares for the Sunbeams’ gardens.” V -