A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 684, 8 June 1929, Page 31

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES

THE LETTER CARRIERS

‘•HOORAY cried the Little Thought, flinging his cap in the O air and turning a somersault with utter delight. “All roads lead to Happy Town. The Dawn Lady has just opened a letter from a new Sunbeam in Sussex, and she has filled in the enrolment form and everything. The smallest Pixie Postman found it in the mail, so he has claimed the stamp. In the next letter there might be a pressed primrose for me.” “Or a nightingale’s feather for my secret chamber,” called the Woodpecker. “Or a shaft of English sunshine that I could bottle and have on view in the Joyshop,” said a gentle voice. “Or a signed photograph of a squirrel for me,” chuckled the Doorkeeper. “Well,” said the Dawn Lady, “she has promised to send me some photographs, so, of course, anything might happen. I can smell the Sussex gox-se in this letter. Perhaps some of the Sunbeams will write to this little girl. I hope they wilt. .. . What a busy time the Pixie Postmen have had this week. Aren’t they willing workers? Do you know, I think they like competitions, too. They always look so important when they are bringing in the mail, and some of the letters are so heavy.” “But the Pixie Postmen do Physical Culture exercises every morning,” said the Doorkeeper. “I have often watched them. The only member who is not in training is a little one with bowlegs. lie quarrelled about the largest mail-bag several months ago, and the others had to let him carry it. His unfortunate appearance is llie result of his obstinacy, and they make him stand in front of the squad like a living object lesson. I always feel sorry for that little one. He looks so crestfallen and pathetic.” “Perhaps the Sunbeams will speak kindly to him when they come across him in Tiptoe Street,” remarked the Dawn Lady. “What is his name, I wonder?” “Well, it says ‘Jacob’ on his doorplate, but all the others call him ‘Bandy,’ ” answered the Doorkeeper, sadly. “What a shame,” murmured the Little Thought. “I have a few moments to spare before I start taking the messages J) across to the Hollow Tree, so ,/ . 'IQ\ T I think I shall challenge him _ , to a brief game of Tidley —" * Winks.” V.