A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 584, 9 February 1929, Page 31

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES

ONE LITTLE PIXIE POSTMAN

“AH. oh, cried the Little Thought, “a poor little Pixie U Postman has fallen over with his mail-bag and his legs have shut up under him like scissors. He's dropped his cap and his whistle, and his face is purple with carrying that big load. Doorkeeper, please help me to help him.” ‘‘There, there,” said the Doorkeeper, lifting the little fellow to his feet, “you've undertaken too much for your size. Let ine carry that bulging mail-bag. What an astonishing response there lias been from the Sunbeams this week. Now, tell me your name and address so that I can inform the Dawn Lady of your faithful service.” “It's Patrick Denis O'-Rorke, and I live at number 5, Tiptoe Street. “Why, of course, of course, I might have known you were of Russian descent. Hush, now. it’s not manners to interrupt when anyone else is talking. This mail-bag may contain the first three correct entries in the puzzle competition, so we must hurry across to the Happiness Tree with it. Hut, look, our whole army of Pixie Postmen is on the march. Here they come in their hundreds, bent double under their loads. Right turn! Halt!. We must organise the advance. Patrick O’Rorke, blow your whistle. Now, what is that? Well, I never, there is Tiptoe Street packed from end to end with new Sunbeams and no one is there to welcome them. Patrick, the Little Thought will help you to organise this delivery while I attend to the other matter. Wait a moment, though, there are some instructions I must leave with the Woodpecker. Why, there lie is calmly sunning himself outside the Hollow Tree and admiring that wonderful feather the kingfisher sent him from the enchanted island. Hi, there, Mister Woodpecker, go on pecking. In two days two hundred and fifty letters have come for the Dawn Lady and countless new Sunbeams are waiting in Tiptoe Street.” “Well, well,” murmured the Woodpecker, retreating into the hollow of the Hollow Tree and carefully concealing the precious feather in a secret corner, “I have never y r et failed in my duty and you can depend on me now.” “Doorkeeper, Doorkeeper,” called a faint voice, “please come quickly.” “That must be the Dawn Lady,” said the Doorkeeper. “Oh, yes, there’s a hand visible above a white mountain of letters and in it, still securely grasped, are the three winning puzzle entries.”