THE JEWEL OF HAPPINESS

Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1034, 26 July 1930, Page 29

THE JEWEL OF HAPPINESS

l'irst-priste Story

The pixies were very fond of Nanette, because her eyes were as blue as the summer sky, and her curls were as black as a raven’s wing. One night the king of the pixies decided to visit her, as he wanted to ask her something. “Nanette,” said he, “do you think you can find the Jewel of Happiness, if I tell you where to look?” “I don’t know,” she replied, “but I’d love to try.” “You see, it has been lying undisturbed for a long time, and it is time someone found it,” he said. “You must dig in the snow when it falls, j You may find it, but you may not.” j Before Nanette could answer, he had vanished. ”1 wonder if I’ll be able to find it,” thought Nanette, as she fell asleep. During tlie next week snow began to fall, and Nanette had not forgotten the pixie’s visit. Taking a big stick, she went outside, and* began to dig in the snow. Almost immediately there appeared a lake, and wide green fields scattered here and there with lovely flowers. 1 “Oh,” breathed the little girl, “how beautiful I lam sure I’ll find the Jewel of Happiness.” She walked round the green fields, and looked inside the brightly coloured flowers, but she could not find the jewel. Soon she became rather frightened, for she did not know how to get home. Suddenly a little voice whispered in her ear, “Nanette, don’t give up hope!” Then she noticed floating on the water a peculiar stone. “How queer’.’’ Nanette exclaimed. “Stones don’t usually float. I will watch it and see what happens.” The stone appeared to be drifting nearer to the bank, until finally Nanette was able to reach it. It puzzled her very much, for although it was a grey stone, it appeared to have a reddish tint sometimes, and sometimes it looked blue. To her amazement, no sooner had she grasped it than the fields and the lake vanished, and she found herself standing in the snow, with the stick in one hand and the stone in the other. The next day, when her mother gave her a shilling to buy a doll she had been wanting, Nanette bought a doll for a poor little girl who did not have many toys. She felt very happy, for although she had wanted the doll herself, she remembered that slje had plenty of lovely toys. “The other little girl wanted it much more than I did,” said Nanette to her mother. Her mother kissed her, saying she was a dear child, and when Nanette went to her bedroom she saw, in the place of the queer stone, a beautiful glistening, shimmering jewel. “Oh,” she gasped, “I have found the Jewel of Happiness. I shall always be happy now.” Sylvia Woodhouse, aged 12. |

KITTY CAT My Kitty is an animal That often mews and purrs. A very noble family Are relatives of hers. My Kitty is a cousin of The noble Lion who Is sometimes found in jungle lands And often at the Zoo. But Kitty isn’t proud at all; Her coat it soft as silk; And Kitty thinks there’s nothing in The world as good as milk. And Kitty has some claws that scratch, And I should not expect her To let me pull her tail, for claws Were given to protect her. When Kitty grows to be a cat She’ll hunt for rats and mice; So maybe they should hide away— At least that’s my advice. shine. No patent medicine can equal it. I have left your love for Vera Crawford, Phyllis Boswell and Olga Meyer with your friend the Woodpecker. Helen Clothier, Hamilton: Yes, I shall give the Woodpecker your love for Gloria Kawlinson and Jean Mclndoe. Helen. The florists’ windows in Auckland are filled with .beautiful spring flowers, even freesias and daffodils, so Doctor Spring Sunshine simply had to come back to Happy Town. My best love. Helen. Graham Gemming, Te Puke: “Little Bo” reached me in time, Graham. He looks very gay with that bright harness. My love to you and little brother. Marie Carroll, Ruakaka, Te Aroha: There is your address, Marie, and I hope some of the Sunbeams wfill write to you. Patsy Sheridan will be glad to have your kind thoughts. 1 am glad you are entering for the limerick competition. Margaret Bell, Thames: Thank you for your limerick and that quaint little sketch, Margaret. I like that poem, too. All your Happy Town friends send their best love. x Victoria Fussell, Dargaville: 1 like that little story, Victoria, but had to keep space for-the competition work this week. Perhaps you will send an entry for the next story competition. The Woodpecker sends his kind regards to Brutus. Royce Purcell, Whangarei: So you grew into a tulip when you were a baby bulb? That must have been a delightful concert, Royce. The Little Thought sends you a sunny smile. Florence Swinbanks, Hikurangi: Yes, the Woodpecker missed your name from the Hollow Tree, Florence. What a dear little fellow baby must be. I hope you had a pleasant time at your birthday party. Many happy returns. Margaret Jones. Raetihi: That fancydress ball must have been great fun, Margaret. Thank you for your account of it. I was so glad to hear from you again. Molly Curtin, Ponsonby: Your limerick has arrived, Molly, and I like that little poem. The Pixie Postmen all enjoyed your wee essay about the Happy Town page.