A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 625, 30 March 1929, Page 25

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES L> - .

EASTER EGGS

OH, look,' cried the Little Thought, with a chuckle of delight, someone lias sent me a wee yellow feather from an Easter chicken. And there's a little note with it that reads: ‘Another feather for your cap, Little Thought.’ ” T have one, too, called the Woodpecker, “and my note reads: ‘A treasure for that secret chamber.’” “ f had an Easter egg,” announced the Doorkeeper, mildly, “but 1 regret to have to say that I have eaten it.” “I am keeping mine under the counter for future reference,” confessed the Joyshop man. “Wy Easter egg was a square one,” said the Dawn Lady, "and the present inside was wrapped up in tissue paper. It took ten Pixie Postmen to carry it and, when I opened it, a new Love Flower came out on the Happiness Tree. The fairies helped to make my present. Some day I shall let you peep.” In two more days some strange things will be happening,” said the Little Thought. “The Sunbeams will be going about with pieces of paper pinned on their backs and they will all be playing tricks on each other. I have thought of one to play on the Woodpecker. As soon as it is light on Monday morning lam going to wake him up and say. ‘Here, get up. The Hollow Tree has been struck by lightning!’ Then, when he can’t see any difference, I shall just say, ‘No it hasn’t, Mister April Fool!’ ” “I knew some children once who put soap in the butterdish.” said the Dawn Lady, thoughtfully. “And were you one of them?” asked the Doorkeeper, gently. “I am afraid I witnessed the deception,” answered the Dawn Lady, sadly. “Did you know that I have had a letter from a Sunbeam who has gone to live in America? She still considers Happy Town the best children’s page she has ever seen. I am going to keep her letter in my treasure box, even though the Doorkeeper has pounced on the oblong stamp. This is March 30 and, when the next ship sets out on its voyage across the Tasman, the list of Sunbeams who are going to build that rainbow bridge will be going to Australia. What excitement there will be when the letters being to arrive .... This has been a busy week in Happy Town. Last night I had a strange dream. Millicent Meggs, alias Patricia Perkins, was helping me to pick carnations. We picked and picked and picked, and still went on picking. At last Patricia, alias Millicent, looked up and I discovered what she was thinking, for, with a . puzzled look, she said, ‘Do painted carnations grow from ' t r SLJ &AAM*/ cuttings? I have often won- —-- "I dered.’ ” l ■—■