TO TOYLAND CAVE

Evening Star, Issue 22526, 19 December 1936, Page 8

TO TOYLAND CAVE

Nelda, with a little shiver of excitement, turned over once again in her cosy bed l , gave one peep at the empty stocking hanging on the rail, then dosed her eyes tightly, determined to go to sleep. . . Oh, what was that dear little pixie *oing sitting on her pillow? And he was wearing such a pretty yellow suit, spotted with green. “ Hello, Nelda,” he said with a friendly smile. “ Father Christinas has just sent me to bring you to bis wonderful Toylandi Cave. You will have to hurry if you want to see him depart with his great load of toys.” Nelda needed no second bidding, and with a ory of delight sprang out of bed and actually dressed herself in her best party frock. She climbed through the window as directed by the pixie, and to her amazement found a kiwi waiting patiently harnessed to a sledge decorated with gay ribbons andl little gold bells. “Is.he really tame?” asked Nelda, as she settled herself among tho soft cushions on the sledge. “ All Father Christmas’s kiwis are tame,” replied the pixie, as he shook the reins and they slid away over fields and through tho bush. “ Why, what are all those glittering lights over there? It is just like a dear

littlo fairy town. Oil! and there’s Father Christmas waving to ns, and doesn’t ho look jolly?” exclaimed Nelda, all in one breath. “ You are perfectly right, and here wc are at Toy land Cave, Nelda. Now, rim along and see Father Christmas.” Nokia ran, too l np a long _ path, bordered on either side with brightlylit lanterns, and inside the cave wero 12 kiwis all gaily decked with tinkling bells. “ Oh. what a wonderful place, and aren’t there a lot of toys?” cried Nelda, looking about in wonder as a group of pixies showed her through several caves, all stacked with toys waiting to bring joy to the hearts of many children. “ Nelda,” called a tiny voice from outside. “Oh, it is Pixie Greenspots calling you. It must bo time for you to go,” cried the pixies. So Nelda wished the pixies a Merry Christmas, and ran out to find her sledge awaiting her. With a tinkling of bells, they were away, and very soon arrived beneath her window. She stepped from the sledge and turned to wish the pixie good-bye, but everything had vanished. Why, she was in her own little bed, and there, at the foot, was a great bulging stocking. Would morning never come ? But she was too sleepy, and dropped hack once again into dreamland. .