A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 852, 21 December 1929, Page 39

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES

THE CRACKLE OF PAPER “SOMEONE has played a trick on me,” said the smallest Pixie 0 Postman, with a bewildered air. “A transparent block of somethin;' that looks like ice has been left on my doorstep, and the middle-sized Pixie Postman says I have been presented with a skating rink for Christmas. , ‘What a delightful smell it has,” observed the Little Thought. “It must be scented ice.” “Are you sure it is not ice-cream?” asked the Doorkeeper, with a sly twinkle. “If I were you I would ask the Dawn Lady about it.” “No, it’s not a skating rink,” said the Dawn Lady, a moment later. “It’s a cake of camphor. A. kind little Sunbeam sent it. If you put it in your wardrobe the moths will never eat holes in your uniform.” “Oh, I see,” stammered the smallest Pixie Postman, more mystified than ever. “All kinds of wonderful things have been arriving,” said the Dawn Lady. ‘ The Sunbeams have kind hearts. Just look at all the beautiful presents they have sent me. I think the fairies must have worked these handkerchiefs.” “I hang my stocking up every night,” confessed the Little Thought, “and there’s something in it every morning. My Christmas has been going on for nearly a fortnight, and it’s tiof even here yet.” “Well, don’t tell Santa Claus that,” laughed the Doorkeeper, “or he won’t leave you anything.” “Dear me,” said the Dawn Lady, “here is the ‘square’ story more than half finished, and you haven’t let me say a word about the competition entries. There were more stories this time than we have ever had, and there are numbers still to be published. If ever you are wondering -why the sky is blue you should remember the first-prize story, and if you are puzzled as to why poplars always seem to be listening, you will find the answer in that story called ‘Trees.’ Then there is magic in that ‘New Zealand Bush Song’ and a rare thought behind the poem, ‘Blessing.’ ” “And a brother and sister have won the drawing prizes,” chimed in the Little Thought. “Now,” said the Dawn Lady, “say after me: ‘A merry Christmas to all the Happy Town Sunbeams.’ ” ,—. n “And thank you for the 1 >Q) -ImL) camphor,” murmured the ,4\JO KU ftAAbW k7‘ Ss v ~ smallest Pixie Postman, mod- —— ■—*