A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 690, 15 June 1929, Page 31

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES BY DEVI OUS WAYS

“I 00K,” whispered tlie Little Thought, “the Dawn Lady has Li some violets in her vases. Where did they come from ?”

“Hush,” cautioned the Doorkeeper. “They’re a secret, hut when they arrived I couldn’t resist looking at the card. It read: ‘I am coming to you by devious ways, armed with a knapsack of happy days.’ ” “And who had signed it?” “You can have one guess.” “Xot Doctor Spring Sunshine?” “.\'o other,” laughed the Doorkeeper. “Here we are just approaching mid-winter, yet the Dawn Lady has violets in her vases. Doctor Spring Sunshine thought about Happy Town and they came out in an Auckland garden. Our old friend surely knows how to trick Father Time.” “And do you think he will be here soon?” asked the Little Thought, anxiously. “Well, he says he is coming by devious ways, so it ean’t be very long. And. anyway, he has sent those violets.”

“This morning,” announced the Little Thought, “I put my enr to the ground and heard the bulbs talking. They were all discussing what they were going to be, and one was crying beeairse it had been a tulip last year and it wanted to have a frilly yellow skirt and be a daffodil.”

“How naughty of it.” answered the Doorkeeper. “Bulbs can't be changing their families like that any more than birds can. Why, supposing the Woodpecker started moping because he wanted to be a flamingo or a crane? It will just have to be content to be a tulip. It will check its growth if it behaves like that.”

“Very well,” said the Little Thought, meekly, “I shall tell it not to be so silly.” “Could you inform me if fairies live in red or brown houses?” asked the Joyshop man, sauntering up. “They live in pink or opal ones,” answered the Little Thought, promptly. “But there aren’t any pink or opal paints in the Doorkeeper’s paint-box,” sighed the Joyshop man. “There,” exclaimed the Doorkeeper, “I might have known what you were up to. I shall have to treat you as an unsolved puzzle and keep you under lock and key. That’s a sugar candy house in the competition picture, anyway. I have it on the best authority.” “Excuse me,” said a very small voice, “did any of you notice a silver whistle hanging on the lowest thorn of a rosebush? I can’t find it any- « where. In case you have for- J Q\ f qJL, gotten me, I’m the smallest I, K J Cl/aJ-w I’ixie Postman, and I have a *' __ -—' letter to deliver.” l 1