All in the Dutch Bowl.

Auckland Star, Volume LXIX, Issue 220, 17 September 1938, Page 2 (Supplement)

All in the Dutch Bowl.

David stared very liard at the wind mill on the little Dutch bowl as he tried to make a model of it in modelling wax.

He loved this little grey windmill with the Held of gay-coloured tulips in front, while over the. bank showed the brown sails of a boat.

Somehow his model would not come right, and lie mumbled grumpily, ''1 know I shall never do it."

"Can I help you, David?" laughed a happy voice, and from a door in the windmill stepped a little Dutch girl in her wooden shoes. "My name's Greta, and I live in the mill, and when people come to buy my flowers I give them one of my little models. If you give me your hand I can help you into the garden."

David put out his hand, and next moment was standing right among the tulips.

"What a lovely garden!" he cried. "You trust be clever."

"Well, I love flowers," laughed Greta. "And this year I hope to win the Mayor's prize for the best garden in th<! town. But give me your wax." In her clever fingers the model appeared like magic, and just as she had finished a sulky voice called, "Hi, Greta, I suppose you think you have the finest garden in the world, .but I'll soon stop that!"

The boat, whose sails David had seen had drawn into the canal bank and a Dutch boy peered down at them, scowling at the neat rows of flowers.

"It's Hans, the fisher boy!" {rasped Greta. "He has always been jealous, of my jrarden. Oh, what will Tie do?"

"I'll show you what T'm going to do! Just watch!" shouted Hans as he steered the ship full at the hank.

Next moment there -was a crash and a hole appeared in the hank and water began to trickle down on to the tulips.

''Oil. my lovely flowers!" wailed Greta. '•'J'liat hole will become huge in no time and my garden will be swamped. What can we do. David?''

David thought very hard for a moment and then he suddenly shouted, "I know. (Jive me the model you have just made. Greta."

Beating it into a flat piece of wax again, ho climbed the bank and stopped lip the hole with it.

"Oh. < hank you, David!*' beanied 'Iretn. "That was a good idea!"

Hut Hans howled with rage, and taking ofl hi** heavy wooden shoe flung it at David, crying. "It's not your business, boy! Co awav!'

As David bent to dodge the shoe he tumbled bumpety-bump down the hank, and when he sat up lie was -back, at home.