A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 946, 12 April 1930, Page 31

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES

A NEST OF EGGS

RUN, Little Thought, with both your legs . . . I’ve found a nest of Easter eggs “Where, where, Mister Joyshop man?” squealed the Little Thought. “And are there any chickens?” “Of course there are—the fluffiest chickens you ever saw. There’s a whole row' of them round the edge of the nest and there’s an egg for each of the Happy Town people. The nest appeared by magic on the Joyshop counter when my back was lurned, and that’s all I know about it.” “The fairies must have sent it,” murmured the Little Thought, a moment later, gazing with admiring eyes at the gift. “I wish I had some fairy corn for the chickens. Which egg is mine?” “You can have that one in the middle with the green and gold wrapping. There’s even one for the smallest Pixie Postman. Easter is almost as exciting as Christmas. What shall we call the chickens'?” “1 think we should let the Woodpecker name them,” answered the Little Thought, loyally. “And we must certainly keep some of these pretty yellow feathers for him. Do look at this four-leaved clover. A Sunbeam sent it for my pressed flower garden, and I was just going to plant it when you called me across.” “I think you should give it to me,” said the Doorkeeper, seating himself on the Joyshop steps with a deep sigh. “I’ve been tidying the TTace-of-Y'ou-Never-Can-Tell, and I have lost the answers to fifteen riddles.” 1 “Never mind,” observed the Little Thought, cheerfully, “probably you will find them in your Easter egg.” “I doubt it,” answered the Doorkeeper, with an even deeper sigh. “And last night, Little Thought, I had a most alarming dream. I thought I was carrying a large umbrella like the little girl in the story picture. It .sag’ed away with me right above the clouds, and I felt that I had said farewell to Happy Town for ever. All the cloud people were calling out ‘Shut it, shut it, or you’ll turn into a cloud person!’ Just as I was trying to shut it a gust of wind blew it inside out, and I dropped like a stone. The umbrella was ruined, and I was miles away from Happy Town. ...” “But you’re here now, __ » and you don’t look any dif- f _ J . fcrent.” laughed the Little Mx, <XW-w Thought. “Come in and : V

choose your Easter egg.”