A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 874, 18 January 1930, Page 29

A Little World for Little People

friendship is a steady light shining in dark places L IN A CLOUD BOAT WELL, Little 1 liought, said tlie Dawn Lady, “we must be ready to leave for this holiday of ours in about ten minutes. Have you packed your knapsack?” “Yes,” answered the Little Thought, importantly, “but I haven’t packed any suits or anything like that. If I want new clothes I just have to wish for them.” “But your knapsack looks very bulgy. What have you put in it?” “Oh,” confessed the Little Thought, blushing crimson, “I’m just taking away a few treasures of mine—some pressed flowers fhe Sunbeams sent me, a feather from the Woodpecker, the Doorkeeper's autograph, a caramel from the Joyshop man, and the silver whistle the smallest Pixie Postman lost so long ago. There are a few other things, too, but please don’t look. If it comes to that, what are you taking? “Why, lots and lots of things, including twenty new pencils, reams and reams of writing paper and a book of fairy tales to read to you. Have you discovered that golden beach with green bush sloping down to it and plenty of places where we can look for fairies?” “Oh, yes,” chuckled the Little Thought. “I’m a good advance agent, and I have made all arrangements. I’m taking you to. a beautiful island that from the distance looks like an emerald on a bed of sapphire. No, it’s not the one we went to last year, but you will be able to build pine-needle houses if you want to. And then there are fairies in every nook and cranny—in fact it’s a sanctuary for fairies. When they are frightened away from the cities they go there. I’ve arranged for a cloud boat with a trim, white sail, and I’m the crew of it. I’m the captain, too, so you see there’s nothing to fear.” “We’ve come to say goodbye,” said the Doorkeeper and the Joyshop man, “and please remember tis while you are away.” “llow could we forget you?” said the Little Thought, solemnly. “And, anyway, we will soon be back. Don’t forget to take care of my pressed flower garden.” “And don’t worry about the Hollow Tree,” called the Woodpecker. “Everything will be all right.” “Come along. Dawn Lady,” commanded the Little Thought. “But where is the cloud boat?” “It's moored to the Happy . Town gates and all the Pixie . Gq\ OIuJLaJ Postmen are guarding it. . . . kL/ Close your eyes. Count three. — — * Quite cosy? Away we go!” v -