A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 880, 25 January 1930, Page 31

A Little World for Little People

friendship is a steady light shining in dark places i A SAND CASTLE, A PRINCESS AND SOME FAIRIES IT'S a whole week since we left Happy Town,” said the Little Thought, digging his tiny hare toes into the sand. I’ve seen over fifty fairies, and I’ve paddled a hundred and twenty-three times.” “But you can’t call just running in and out of the water paddling,” answered the Dawn Lady, looking up from the shell path she was making in front of a large sand castle. “I’m so afraid of getting my wings wet,” confessed the Little Thought. ‘‘The salt water might fade the colours. I’ve made a discovery about this island. It’s possible to make faries. Why, yesterday a big dog-fish put its head out of the water and barked at me. I screamed just once, and there was a tiny frightenedlooking fairy perched on my shoulder. She said ‘l’m that scream you just screamed, and now I have to live here for ever.’ ‘Well, you shall have company,’ I said, with a chuckle, and a laugh fairy popped out, of my mouth and skipped away with the poor little screfm. Ha, ha ha! Look, I’ve made another.” “I think you’re bewitched,” said the Dawn Lady, “or perhaps it’s because you’re a fairy, too. See, I can’t make them. Ha, ha. ha! No, nothing happens.” “Oh,” murmured the Little Thought, deeply concerned, “I do hope this habit will vanish when we leave the island. How terrible to take it back to Happy Town. Why, the place would become so densely populated with fairies that there wouldn’t be room to move without tripping over them.” “It would not matter if they were all laugh fairies,” said the Dawn Lady. “How do you like my castle? A beautiful princess lives in it. She’s asleep just now, but tonight she will steal to this window and look out. I’ve made a seaweed garden for her, and I’m not quite sure, but I think she might come out of this door and walk down this pretty shell path.” “What is her name?” asked the Little Thought, curiously. “Princess Periwinkle. She wears a wonderful necklace made of seed pearls, and her hair is the colour of the sunshine. I have known her a long time. When I was a little girl she used to come out of a story book and play with me.” “But this castle is solid,” said the Little Thought, with a flicker of doubt. “Aren’t you afraid she -will suffocate?” “Hush, hush, you’re spoiling everything. Sit down and let me bu»-y your toes.” n “Oh, oh,” laughed the ./ (jq) f ouLa Little Thought, “it tickles! ,T\JL/ t *‘* A * w Dear, oh dear, away goes an- '’ —■ * other fairy!” V -