A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 490, 20 October 1928, Page 27

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES BLUE RIBBON "HTLIERE did you get all that pretty blue ribbon, Dawn Lady?” ff asked the Little Thought, “I should like some of it for making skipping ropes.” “It is far too precious, Little Thought,” answered the Dawn Lady, running her fingers through the silken strands in her lap. “I should like it for tying up joys in the Joyshop,” coaxed a familiar voice. “Still too precious,” said the Dawn Lady. “I could use it at the next sports meeting in the Place-of-You-Never-Can-Tell, when the puzzlers and riddles are demanding hurdle races,” remarked the Doorkeeper. “Far, far too precious,” said the Dawn Lady. “This ribbon, dear people, came to Happy Town round boxes of flowers, and I have always kept it. See, there is almost enough to reach from Tiptoe Street to the Wishing Well, but I am going to keep it for quite a different purpose. I am going to use it for tying gold and silver dreams on the branches of the Happiness Tree, then, when a Sunbeam looks up and says, ‘I -would like that dream, please,’ I shall reach up and bring it down. This week a little girl who has been blind almost all her life has come down Tiptoe Street and, each evening, she is going to sit with me under the Happiness Tree. Y r our eyes and my eyes must be her eyes, too, and, when the Sandman comes, we shall always reach down a happy dream for her. You will find her first message in the Hollow Tree.” “Oh, I am glad we discovered Happy Town,” said the Little Thought, in a small, hushed vpice. “And haven’t we always said that ‘friendship is a steady light shining in dark places,’ I shall go out with my lantern every night and search for gold and silver dreams.” “Why are the Sunbeams building bonfires?” asked the Doorkeeper. “There’s something about a bonfire in nearly every letter.” “It’s because November is coming,” explained the Dawn Lady. “Soon they will be making curious stuffed figures with masks and pipes, and trundling them about in wheelbarrows.” “Not yellow and green wheelbarrows like mine?” asked the Little Thought, anxiously. “Oh, no. There is only one wheelbarrow of that design,” the Dawn Lady assured him. “This talk of November gives me much to ponder,” said Doctor Spring Sunshine. “Soon, friends, I shall be called upon to leave you, for, already, I can feel a breath of summer in the air.” “Oh,” cried the Little Thought, clinging to his hand, “we won’t let you go. We won’t, we won’t.” “Then,” said Doctor Spring Sunshine, “you must put the clock back and make it Sep- » tember again, little friend of (jq\ f qJ. mine, for, see, there is the first JL. KIJ OiAAhvv butterfly.” ” ►