A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 508, 10 November 1928, Page 29

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES FRECKLES “AH, do look,” cried the Little Thought in consternation. “There Uis a wee mark on my wrist and it wasn’t there yesterday. I have tried to scrub it off with a dew-wet rose petal, but even that won’t remove it.” “Why,” laughed the Doorkeeper, “that’s a freckle. The sun has kissed you, Little Thought.” “But I don’t understand. I didn’t notice it. How conld he have kissed me when I didn’t know?” “Probably it happened first thing this morning when you wore lying with your arm out of bed,” laughed Summer Time, M.D., taking a small phial out of his pocket and holding it up to the light, “though what perplexes me is how any fairy could possibly sustain a freckle.” “But I’m a Little Thought and not just an ordinary fairy. The Doorkeeper says that fairies are just like thoughts because they are invisible, but I don’t believe that because the Sunbeams say they have seen me. And, anyway, if I have a freckle it shows that T am really and truly alive.” “Of course you are,” said Summer Time, M.D. “And, if ever you are in doubt about it, just pinch yourself and you will see for certain. I wonder where Doctor Spring Sunshine is now? Miles away, I expect., I don’t think he will ever forget his farewell party.” “I have just had a radiogram from him,” announced the .Toyshop man, importantly. “He wants us to hang up a stocking for him at Christmas time and to be sure to send him the Happy Town Christmas page. These competitions are going to be interesting.” “And I like the look of this seahorse picture that is awaiting a story,” murmured the Doorkeeper. “Probably the mermaid has a whole team of sea-horses, though this one looks as if it has escaped. Perhaps someone left the stable door open. I wonder what they graze on? Can anyone tell me?” “Deep-sea meadow grass, I fancy,” answered the Joyshop man. “That is, of course, if there is any.” “Here come three Pixie Postmen,” remarked the Doorkeeper. “Perhaps they know.” “Sea-horses always eat sea-horse radishes,” answered the trio, promptly, “that is if they happen to be procurable.” “Why,” said Summer Time, M.D., “I can count at least fifteen freckles on your three round faces. Just keep still a moment while I apply a little of this lotion. . . . There you are, now. They have vanished as if by magic. And what about you, Little Thought?” “Oh, no,” protested the Little Thought, glancing askance at the magic phial. “I am » going to keep my freekle. It (jq\ f OuL*J shows that the sun is my Mjj Kj friend and, anyway, the Dawn Lady hasn’t seen it.” V -—— —