A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 702, 29 June 1929, Page 31

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES

THE BLOSSOMS OF MID-WINTER

THE Dawn Laily lias liad some beautiful letters and stories this week,” mused the Little Thought. “Every time she reads one, a little drowsy bud stirs to life on the Happiness Tree, and the petals of a new Love Flower open in the sunshine. Children are the blossoms of mid-winter. . . . One little bov lias specially nsk' d me to write a poem about the Dawn Lady this week.” ell, what is it? ’ asked the Doorkeeper. “She is not listening, so you can Confide in me.” “It is really a sort of a song, and it goes like this: ‘The Dawn Lady loves her Sunbeams; in her life each one has a part; and the little sick and motherless ones she has locked away in her heart.’ ” It is really a pity she is not listening,” sighed the Doorkeeper. because I would like to see that in a ‘squai'e story’.” “It’s only recommendation is that it is true,” answered the Little Thought, modestly. “Did you know that Doctor Spring Sunshine tried to force liis way back to Happy Town last week ? He had almost reached Tiptoe Street when there was a terrific thunderclap and the rain made a moat of the brim of his hat. He looked hastily at his calendar and said ‘Dear me, it’s only June. I must be patient for a little while longer.’ But little gleams of sunshine kept peeping through the clouds, and there was no more thunder.” “The outside world has not been a very happy place just lately. ’ said the Doorkeeper, “but always, just under the earth, new life is waking. “When I close my eyes I can see the sunshine playing over acres and acres of daffodils.” “You both look very serious,” murmured the Joyshop man, pausing on the steps of the Joyshop to shake his new orange and red duster. “Couldn’t you discover those proverbs? Two of them were quite easy. I have just been tidying the Joyshop—‘lnspection cordially invited.’ The Woodpecker can’t leave the Hollow Tree this week because he is so busy, though I half suspect the real reason is that he is waiting for that bantam’s feather a Sunbeam is going to send him. . . . Come in, you three.” “Two,” corrected the Doorkeeper, mildly. “Three,” insisted the Joy- . shopman. “The Dawn Lady . Gq\ f i is standing immediately be- , \fs NJ hind you reporting this con- . T ference.” I, —-