ANNE’S DILEMMA

Taranaki Daily News, 20 July 1929, Page 20

ANNE’S DILEMMA

A TALE FOR TINY TINKITES. Anne had the word ‘■dilemma” on the brain; it had been explained to her at school, and she kept saying to herself; “A vexatious position, a difficult choice.” When she went to bed, it was still running through her head. ‘‘Bother it!” she cried at last. “I don’t suppose I shall ever be in one.” The next moment she was in a perfectly awful dilemma! There, she was, standing on a plank which stretched across the clouds, and she couldn’t turn back, and she couldn’t go on, because there wasn’t anything to go on to. ‘‘This must be a dilemma!” cried Anne in dismay. i “Not quite,” replied a voice, and a [cloud came floating up to the end of the plank, ‘TH take you home if you’ll tell me your name.”' The very queerest little head, something like a ladybird’s, peeped out of the cloud, and Anne said: “Oh, thank you, I’m Anne.” “Which Anne? Anne who?” Anne didn’t know! She knew’ she was neither Sister Anne nor Queen Anne, but that was no good. “Then I am in a dilemma,” she wailed.

“I’m afraid, so,” nodded the head. The thought of staying on that plank forever was most unpleasant, and Anne thought of all the Annes she had ever heard of, but she knew quite well that she was not any of them. Then an idea came to her.

“Listen,” she cried, “Did you ever hear of the Ladybird who flew away from home because her house was on fire, and children gone —all ’cept one, whose name was Anne? I must be that Anne!” The next moment she was home in bed.

“Was it a dilemma or only a nightmare?” she thought. “Anyway I’m not the Anne who crept under the frying pan. I wonder what became of her in her dilemma?”