REMEMBERED JOYS

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 916, 8 March 1930, Page 29

REMEMBERED JOYS

WHY are you so liappy Hiis morning?” asked the Joyshop man, tweaking the Little Thought’s ear. “Mas someone given you something?” “Yes,” answered the Little Thought, with a deep sigh of content. “A very particular present came for me in the mail—a beau'iful big four-leaved clover for my pressed-flower garden. T have planted it, and it looks like a palm tree. When you have finished dressing your window you can come and see it. My pressed-flower garden is becoming a sort of memory place, where the seasons still live after they are over. There’s a sprig of lavender that was gathered last year, and the perfume still clings to it. I even have a snowdrop and a daffodil. When Igo there Ijseem to be living a whole year all at once. Isn’t that strange?” ‘‘Well, I don’t know,” pondered the Joyshop man. “I once saw on a teapot the words, ‘Remembered joys are never past,’ so perhaps that also applies to your pressed-flower garden. Don’t the Sunbeams pet you? Several of them are collecting thistledown so that you can enter for the Pixie Postmen’s competition if you want to.” “It’s sad about the smallest Pixie Postman,” said the Little Thought. “He had a beautiful collection in a matchbox, and he was so proud of it, but when he was showing it to the middlesized Pixie Postman a puff of wind scattered it, and only the empty matchbox was left. I think I shall ask the Sunbeams to collect some for him, because if you even mention thistledown he sits down and cries. I’ve just spent an hour w r ith him trying to eheer him up. I sang a comic song and told him fifteen funny stories, but he didn’t smile once. When I left him he had fallen asleep in the Dawn Lady’s lap, but every few minutes he heaved a deep sigh.” “Let’s canvass Happy Town and ask everyone to help him,” suggested the Joyshop man. “He’s such a splendid little worker, but he never seems to have much luck. I think it is our business to see that be wins this competition.” “And I quite agree,” broke in the Doorkeeper, seating himself on the top step of the Joyshop. “I, for one, am willing to assist. But please could you solve a problem for me ? This week there is a nainting competi- n tion. The flowers are roses, \ T and there is nothing but ultra- KL ______ marine left in my paint- - *