HOLLY BERRIES

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

HOLLY BERRIES

In the Sun God’s palace lived a little Sun fairy called Dreamaway. Dreamaway had golden curls clustering in ringlets round her pink, cheelcs, and goldy-brown eyes. She was a dainty little fairy, and the Sun God’s favourite daughter. I am sorry to say that Dreamaway, although she had everything she desired, was discontented. She roamed about the beautiful gardens with a frown wrinkling her pretty brow. At last the Sun God, finding her gazing from the palace window, asked what ailed her.

"Father, I am tired of living here. I want to go to the mortals’ land, and play with the fairies there,” she pouted. "But, my darling, you would be lost in such a large place, and what would father do without his Dreamaway?” said he,r father. /

"Father, I shall go! I shan’t lose myself!” cried Dreamaway.

Without another word she ran from the room, and called her coachman, Comet. In vain her father pleaded and reasoned; she would not listen. Stepping into her own star chariot, she sailed away. It was night on the earth, and as the mortals saw Dreamaway’s star chariot they exclaimed, "See, a falling sta.r! ”

It was Cbristmastide, and the fairies were busy painting the holly trees and the Christmas trees,

As Dreamaway landed, and was looking about her, a fairy bustled up to her. Bluebell, the fairy, did not notice that Dreamaway was a stranger. “Don’t stand idle! Here is some red paint and a brush! Paint that holly tree!” she scolded. Poor Dreamaway, who had never done any work in her life! How the prickly leaves hurt her tender arms. But she bravely k€:pt on, till at last her work was finished. Standing back to survey her handiwork, she saw that the berries were not dark enough. So she painted them again. Dreamaway was tired and homesick, and she hated the way the fairies stared at her. Calling Comet was not so easy as she thought. She could not make him hear. At last a kindly bumble bee flew up and told him. Stepping into the star, she sailed through the sky home. "Never, never will I leave you again,*’ she sobbed in her father’s arms. Down on the earth, the holly berries Dreamaway had painted were standing on the fat Christmas pudding, giggling. “What fine, shiny, red berries,” said a visitor to her hostess. The berries looked and winked at each other proudly. They knew why. Gay du Faur, aged 12. Edna Pike, Swanson: Edna has crossed the Happy Town threshold. To wish in Tiptoe Street is considered lucky, Edna. Gloria Rawhnson, Parnell: The eyes like brown pansies will be dancing with joy today, I think, because somewhere else in this' page it says, "First prize; Gloria Rawlinson.” Now you are famous, Gloria, because you have won a poetry competition. Thank you very much indeed for those photographs. They are splendid.

Elvia and Robert Stone, Onehunga: 3 r our paintings have arrived, Elvia and Robert. Thank you very much.

Joyce Wilcox, Pukemiro: That is a charming picture you have sent for the Little Thought, Joyce, and I like your sweetpeas. Congratulations on gaining your proficiency.

Joan Petterson, Whangarei: - You are a kind little Sunbeam to help with the Fresh Air fund, Joan. Yes, your writing paper is very dainty. I hope that Santa Claus has many joys in store for you. Jean Farquhar, Mount Eden: Another contribution for the Fresh Air fund. Thank you, Jean, and thank you also for that beautiful card. I wonder if Sister Pat pressed a flower from her bouquet. Elizabeth Christine, Mary Potts and Nancy Waller will be glad to have those special wishes. / Alsace Brown, Waiheke: The good scribes are the Sunbeams who write the neatest and most interesting letters each week, Alsace, a.nd the Dawn Lady likes writing better than printing. Yes, I think it is a good idea to write to Audrey. I hope she is not ill. Lois Hetet, Mount Eden: Welcome, little lady. lam glad you heard the Competition Bell.