A Little World for Little People

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 714, 13 July 1929, Page 15

A Little World for Little People

FRIENDSHIP IS A STEADY LIGHT SHINING IN DARK PLACES A HOODED VISITOR I something very important to tell you,” said the nnacue--1 sized 1 ixie Postman, coming smartly to the salute under the Happiness Tree. “There’s a gentleman visitor in Tiptoe Street. His voice sounds familiar, but he won’t tell his uame, and he is completely hidden under a large, grey, hooded cloak! Perhaps lie is one of those conjurors who can bring rabbits out of hats and make nuts grow on nutmeg-graters.” ' “ very mysterious,” answered the Dawn Lady, arranging some unopened letters in a neat pile and begging the Woodpecker to guard them for a moment. “We must see what this strange person wants. Ido hope he is not one of those hawkers ith soap and camphor and safety-pins to sell. Tiptoe Street has always been remarkably free of them. .Arc vou sure he is not a dream pedlar, Master Bhte-coat?” “Well, of course, he might be, but I told him to wait outside. “Just blow your whistle then and call together all the Happ\ ion h people. .. . Come along, Little Thought. Someone is waiting to see us.” “I have just been reading a poem about me,” said the Little I bought, happily. *lt says that lam a joy to everyone, including myself. I clapped my hands like anything whenT came to that part.” “And I have been busy thinking of a nanie for a hedgehog,” answered the Dawn Lady. “I am quite used to naming little new babies, but this is the very first hedgehog on the list.” What did that blackbird say to the linnet anyway?” asked the falling into line. “I am not very good at limericks, -so I think I shall enter for this new puzzle competition.” “If you are under ten you might like to paint Tommy Squirrel, suggested the Toyshop man, joining the procession. “Hush,” whispered the Dawn Lady. “Here is this hooded "visitor waiting at the Happy Town gates. . . . "You wish to see us, sir ?” “Of course 1 do,” answered a genial voice. “I have come disguised in the cloak of winter, and I have travelled a long way, but, all, you don’t know how many golden days I have In my knapsack. And here is a posy for everyone in Happy Town violets, anemones and jonquils.” And the mysterious visitor flung back his hood. “Doctor Spring Sun- n shine!” cried the Little kJ i T nLi Thought with a whoop of joy, Mx, LJ CUa>-w leaping into his old friend's . * open arms.