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Taranaki Daily News, 18 February 1933, Page 7 (Supplement)

ADVENTURES OF, THE CHUMS

Wft have already seen how cutely Richard solved the clue to the three stumps. The chums were not long in finding them. But weren’t they surprised when they readied them? Instead of'finding a'fresh problem to solve, there was Ted sitting on one of the stumps talking to a weird little man., “My!’' said Gwen, “I wonder who that can be?”

Of course, the three chumshad to go’and find put who fed’s friend was, and Ted was not slovz to introduce them..: . . “Allow me,” he said, “to present a. very old. friend—Peter, a pixie. He wants us to come along to an entertainment the elves are having. Ive said we shall be delighted.” , • • , ' ...... “Rather!” cried Gwen. ‘ ’ -

No sooner had the chums agreed to attend the elves’ entertainment than Peter hSriedl away with the others after him. It wasted to keep up with X: fecauThe Simply flew over the tree trunks, taking them deeper and deeper cried,, leaping over a fallen tree, “or they will have started.” “My!” cried Polly. “Have we much further to go. _ _

At last the chums reached a part of the wood where there was a great clatter going oh.' Peeping over some tree roots, they say a band of the funniest little fellows you could imagine, all rushing gleefully in .one direction. . ■ “There they go,” cried Peter the Pixie. “They ar? elves, all hurrying to the entertainment. If we don’t make haste we. shall lose our seats.” - ■' .

So ’following'Peter the'Pixie, Gwen, Ted, Richard and Polly raced along until they came to the roots of a most extraordinary tree, and, peeping out, they saw a funny-little fellow in a huge tall hat and a dress suit. , “I’m the stage manager,” he kept saying, ‘-T’m the stage-manager. “I’ve brought some, friends,” cried Peter the Pixie. “I linow,” shouted the stage manager, greatly excited. “Bring them in quickly. The show is about to commence.” ' .... i

Following the stagermanager, . the chums raced under the tree roots, which suddenly changed into-passages and .corridors. . “Follow.-me! Follow, me!” the-stage manager, kept shouting. At last they found themselves seated by the stage, where a strange little man Was crying:— “Elves, pixies, gnomes, and distinguished visitors. “That’s us/’ interjected Gwen. “We are-presenting, to-night,” .continued the little man, the wonderful s.Ory of the Babes jn the Wbod. The show is about to commence.” . .