A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 857, 28 December 1929, Page 27

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES

ECHOES OF CHRISTMAS “VES, said the Little Thought, with a happy sigh,” I loved our 1 < hristmas cake, shaped like a house with snow on the roof, and Father Christinas peeping down the chimney.” “It was an exact model of the Place-of-You-Never-Can-Tell,” said the Doorkeeper, proudly. r W ell, I thought it bore a striking resemblance to the Joyshop.” remarked the Joyshop man, earnestly. And T thought it was like my own little house,” murmured the smallest Pixie Postman, “so everyone is satisfied.” Did you see Father Christmas?” asked the Doorkeeper. “He left me tiiis toy trumpet. If you blow softly it says ‘Peeppeep.’ like a little frightened chicken, and if you blow loudly, well you’re in danger of breaking its squeaker.” _“I like this whirligig,” said tlie Little Thought. “I have whizzed it round dozens and dozens of times and it makes a big wind that amazes everyone. Look, this is how it goes. Stand back there. . . . Oh dear, oh dear, I have knocked the middlesized Pixie Postman’s cap off. I beg your pardon, good sir. .. . Look at the Dawn Lady carrying that blue and silver paper doll about. A Sunbeam gave it to her, and she has christened it Priscilla because it has a crinoline and flounces. It has an umbrella and a poke bonnet, too, and it towers above me when we stand together. I’m really rather in awe of Priscilla, but then the peak of my cap just reaches to the eight flounce, and I can’t look dignified at all, at all.” “She’s really very pleasant,” laughed the Doorkeeper. “Why, I coaxed a smile out of her yesterday. Have you seen our New Year decorations? We’ve got some beautiful banners in Tiptoe Street and some joy-bells on the Happy Town'gates, but, of course, I’m leaving the mistletoe in the Place-of-You-Never-Can-Tell.” “This is rather a worry,” said, the .Toyshop man. “The Dawn Lady has asked me to blow up all these balloons, and I’m not quite sure how much air each one requires.” “Six blows for each balloon,” called the Woodpecker. —k. n “Now you’ve done it! And it „ VQ) r J'odjsJ was a beautiful orange one! I CX/A>wk/N, J might have remembered you * are poor at arithmetic.” v — —" "