A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 974, 17 May 1930, Page 33

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES HAPPY TOWN ROGUES WHY, the Little thought, with an amazed gasp, “it must be Christmas! Just look at this box of holly a Cambridge Sunbeam has sent the Dawn Lady. I wonder if those pretty red berries are good to eat ’ And I wonder if the Dawn Lady Mould gi\e me a wee sprig for my pressed flower garden.”. I am going to ask her foi~ a piece to decorate my hat,” remarked the Doorkeeper, selecting a spray. “And I would like some for the Joyshop window,” observed the Joyshop man, bustling up with a businesslike air. “I hope you are not forgetting the Hollow Tree,” called the Woodpecker. “i\ c would like some berries for ma rbles,” chorused several Pixie Postmen. “Dli, dear me,’ said the Dawn Lady, appearing on the scene, “what are you doing with my box of holly? I was careless to leave it unattended. Xo, no, you can’t have it all. It really belonged to me. Very well then, off you go. And here are three berries for the Pixie Postman with the yellow top-knot, just so h§ won’t feel neglectpd.” “I’m going down to Queen Street,” said the Little Thought, importantly. “\\ here is that And what for ?” asked the Doorkeeper. “It's a place with long lines of trains like crocodiles and bit things on wheels that people ride about in. There are shops and shops and shops, and men and women and children hurrying about with parcels under their arms, and men with white gloves standing in the middle of the street beckoning to the big things on wheels and making the crocodiles stop or go on.” “It sounds a queer place,” answered the Doorkeeper, mildly. “If l brush my top hat and velvet waistcoat and polish my shoes, may T come with you?” “Yes,” said the Little Thought, “but we will have to make ourselves invisible,” “Let's all go,” said the Joyshop man, picking up the smallest Pixie Postman and tucking him into his pocket. “I can’t leave the Hollow Tree,” waited the Woodpecker. ‘‘Never mind,” said the Little Thought, gently, “when we come back we’ll tell you all about, it.” “But what are we going for?” asked the Doorkeeper, who, with the Little Thought, was leading the procession down Tiptoe Street. “We’re going to look at « the Sunbeams’ paintings,” j q j . laughed the Little Thought, CXaaJ-w exultantly. “Don’t you read —■ * your newspaper?” v ——