THE HIDING PLACE.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIII, Issue 19418, 28 August 1926, Page 4 (Supplement)

THE HIDING PLACE.

Peter wanted to sit dci'win and cry. He had lost his kitten Smtjf.; he had not >een it for a whole day p|ow. Smut wBiS such a prct&):y little thing ■vith its fluffy tail and white shirt-front. " 1 hope someone will ifeed it," said Peter's mother. "If you please, ma'am"H—it was Alice he cook <it the door— * kitten has come hack. I've given it :J(jme milk. Peter hadn't waited to liear this last sentence. He was down stairs into the kitchen. There was f&jjnut drinking contentedly. " You won't run away, again, will you ?" he said as he stroked it. Smut purred, but seemed very pleased tti lie in front of the fire Reside Peter. Now, it must have beeity the lovely warm fire which made Petidr just have 1 forty winks." He awoke a start apd looked for Smut. She, had disappeared. Alice hadn't seen the kitten; neither hncil mother. They looked everywhere—in the dining room, the kitchjen, even in the larder. But she wasn't, there, and she- wasn't in any of the Itniidrooms, or in <the hath room, or in the 'hall. Peter rea'iVy did cry this time. " Oh, mummy, she's for good now;,!" , ... " Well, Peter, we won't despair just yet. We'll walk along the street and ask at the different houses. Everyone knows our kitty, and they will tell (,us if they have seen her. I must put ocft my boots becaulse it is so wet." "I'll fetch them. mummjJ!" cried Petar; und he ran to mother'si bedroom. He knew where her boots wiere kept, those high, brown Russian bo\->ts which he admired so much. He picked them up, then he nearly let them dt>op. Inside one a cat was meowing. Peter put in his hand and oujt jumped Smut! " How did you fall in therej?" Peter asked. But Smut only went on purring. She was so pleased to get out' of the boot that she never was lost again.

TINY WILLIE WINKLES. Tiny Willie Winkles, of world-wide renown, Left his home in Fairyland and came down town; On his head a green cap, Ancl on his brow a frown. " I'm looking, said be, " for little Tommy Jones, Who won't mind his mother, but keeps throwing stones;" If I can find him as the sun turns red, And naughty little Tommy is just in bed, A. horrid dream I'll place 'neath his pillow white; And then he'll think the goblins have got him all right." Tiny .»tllie Winkles of Fairyland fame, Found Tommy living in Dis-o-bedience lano; Hopped through the window and slipped his dream in place, Then perched on the bed-rail and pulled an awful face! As the clock struck midnight, little Tommy stirred, Oh! the noise he made, dears, you just should have heard! Mother ran for medicine to soothe his screams, When she leached his bedside, she knew 'twas nought but dreams. And what of Willie Winkles? He ran all night, Until the gates of Fairyland loomed in sight; Naughty Willie Winkles chuckled all the way, And landed home in Fairyland at break of day. —Marion Taylor.