SWISH. THE RAIN FAIRY.

Dominion, Volume 23, Issue 257, 26 July 1930, Page 28

SWISH. THE RAIN FAIRY.

Breuda hal come to live with Aunt Grace, but the very day she arrived it was simply pouring with rain. “Oh, dear,” sighed Brenda, “I would so like to go and explore. Bother the rain!” “What did you say?” a little voice said suddenly. Brenda gasped. “Where are you?” she asked. “Here,” answered the mysterious voice, and Brenda, say a little door, which she had never seen before, open, and out stepped the queerest little man Brenda had ever seen. “I am a rain fairy and my name is Swish. What did I hear you say about the rain?” “Oh, that Is all right now,” said Brenda. “I take back all I said about it.” “Then would you like to come with me?” He was more agreeable now. “I’d love to come,” she said, “but how can I get through the door?” “That is no sooner said that it is done. Just swallow this magic pill, turn round three times, and close your eyes.” Breuda did as she was bid, and when she opened her eyes she found herself the same size as Swish. “Follow, me,” he said, and walked through the little door. Brenda followed. They walked through a little, dark tunnel, then suddenly Brenda saw a small shaft of daylight. Soon they came right out of the tunnel. She came to a misty, grey world with little meu hurrying to and fro They were all dressed like Swish — with grey trousers and doublet, belts made of glittering raindrops, and fresh green leaves sewn on their caps and shoes.

They did not take any notice of Swish aud Brenda, but kept ou tunning iuto the grey world with pots of water ou their heads. Presently Swish stopped in front >f a house, coloured and shaped like a rainbow. “This is my house," tie said proudly, aud ojiened the door. Inside everything was round, and shaped like a rainbow.

After they had eaten a meal, Breuda said that she hud better go home, and would Swish please show her the way. “Wait a minute, I must give you three wishes. What is your first one?” “Thank you so much, and my first wish is that I could have a doll’s sewing machine. My second is for a baby brother—and I do not like to say my third one,” she said shyly, "because It is that T may be straight at home now.”

She felt herself whirling through the air, then found herself in her Auntie’s’ house again. Just then her Auntie rushed in. “Brenda!” she cried. “Your Mother has a Tittle Baby boy, and when you go home she is going to give you a doll’s sewing machine.” So Brenda’s three wishes came true.

—Written by Lorna Williamson, Brooklyn (aged 3.0 years).