A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 608, 9 March 1929, Page 29

A Little World for Little People

friendship is a steady light shining in dark places

THE CHILDREN’S AGE

nT the way,” said the Doorkeeper, “the Dawn Lady and the D Woodpecker held a committee meeting over at the Hollow t Tree this morning. The Dawn Lady was the chairman and the .Woodpecker was the secretary. They are going to bridge the i Tasman.” “But the Tasman is a big sea of turbulent water, miles and , miles across,” said the Joyshop man. “It can only be crossed in tan ocean liner or in a ship with wings. Are you quite sure of 'your facts*” “Oh, perfectly sure,” laughed the Doorkeeper. “I have read 'the minutes of the meeting.” i “Please let me tell,” breathed the Little Thought. “I know all about it and I am simply longing to explain. It’s a rainbow ; bridge to link up the Sunbeams with the little people ■who live across the Tasman. Soon they will be writing letters to children in all parts of Australia. Isn’t it exciting? Perhaps there will be a Little Thought for me to write to. I hope he will send me a gum-leaf calendar, with ‘Greetings from Australia’ on it, or some pictures of baby kangaroos. The Sunbeams will jump for joy when they know about this because they are always wanting other little people to write to. They will be able to tell the Australians all about their own country and, when the letters begin to arrive, go for imaginary trips into all parts of that big continent. llow interesting it will be.” “Things like that didn’t happen when I was. a hoy,” pondered the Doorkeeper. “This is surely the Children’s Age.” "But the children of to-day will be the men and women of to-morrow,” said the Little Thought. “That is why everyone tries to make them happy. The house of life must be built on good foundations.” “What deep problems have you been studying, little wiseacre?” laughed the Dawn Lady. “Sometimes 1 think you must have lived for hundreds of years.” “I am as old as the dew and as young as the morning,” answered the Little Thought, “but I really never tell my age. What picture is that, Dawn Lady. Oh, I know. It’s one of those puzzle competitions. I can guess the first picture. It’s—”

“Hush, hush,” whispered the Dawn Lady. “Supposing the Sunbeams are listening? ( ome and tell me wliat you think it is when I am opening < the mail next Tuesday mornmg.”