GAUZEYBLUE’S DEWDROPS

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 862, 4 January 1930, Page 25

GAUZEYBLUE’S DEWDROPS

There once lived in Fairyland a but terfiy named Gauzeyblue. He wa< called this because of his beautiful blue wings. Now Gauzeyblue was once very rich, but one night a bad gnome had come to where he slept, and had stolen the million dewdrops from his rose petal box. When poor Gauzeyblue discovered this in the morning he was greatly troubled, for where could he get his food from if he had no money? Of course, he tried in every possible way to find the thief, but: the only news he could get was that two pixie boys had seen the bad gnome Grey Beard enter Gauzeyblue's house at midnight; but where he had gone to with the dewdrops no one knew. At last, giving up all hope of ever getting back his money, Gauzeyblue sought a way in which to earn his living. In a short time he found himself earning five dewdrops a week for puiling the Fairy Queen’s royal carriage for her daily drive. He was chosen for the task because of his beauty, for the Queen could by no moans have her exquisite carriage drawn by an ugly butterfly. Ono day, as Gauzeyblue was flitting along the road, he saw' an old bent and worn gnome approaching him. The gnome threw’ himself on his knees at Gauzeyblue’s feet and cried, “Oh, pray forgive me, Gauzeyblue! I stole your fortune: I. Grey Beard, but I have been punished, for no sooner had 1 stolen your dewdrops than I lost them. I slept, and on waking I discovered that they were gone! But forgive me, forgive me, noble Gauzeyblue!” I forgive you,” murmured G&useyblue. “A thousand thanks be to you!” cried the gnome. Gauzeyblue saw a tear fall and yet another. And 10, as each tear fell it turned into one of the missing dewdrops! It was magic! Grey Beard had been under a spell, and not until he had cried tears of repentance would the money come back. Gauzeyblue shared his wealth with Grey Beard. and they lived together, were very kind to the poor, and altogether they had a much happier time than Gauzeyblue had had before his dewdrops were stolen. —Sylvia Woodhouse, aged 13. PETER AND POLLY This is the story of Peter and Polly . . . For Christmas their grandfather gave them a trolley. “It’s for you, little girl, and for you, little chap,” He remarked, then went in for hie afternoon nap. What a wonderful present, its wheels painted red! *Tm having it first!” Peter instantly said. “You’re having it last,” Polly promptly replied. “We’ll see about that!” Peter angrily cried.

“You know,” scolded Polly, “that ladles come first.” “Well, if you are a lady, you must be the worst!” Oh, dear me, what manners, what speeches of ire . . . Two children obsessed by a common desire! They roused their old grandad, who came rushing out To seo what the fuss and the noise was about, And he picked up tho trolley and locked it away. Put the key in his pocket and kept It all day. Well, the very next morning the children both stood At his knee, looking sorry; they vowed they’d be good. And he patted their heads, then ho reached for the key . . . Just look at them now! What a change you can see!

Yes, a trolley, of course, is most useful for one. But two in a trolley have twice as much fun! —W.S.T. RIDDLES TO SOLVE When is a. firework not a firework? —When it is alight. Which is the cleanest and which is the blackest letter in the alphabet?— H is the cleanest, because it is in the middle of wasHinjr: and N Is the blackest because it is in the middle of LNk.