Children's Column.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 6, 23 April 1920, Page 12

Children's Column.

BY "MATER."

DAISY DIMPLE.

"Daisy Dimple" was the darling of her family. They called her Dimple because she just dimpled all over her cliubby little fcce whenever she smiled, and that was very often. Her face was not the only "diinply" part about her either, she had fat dimpled arms, and even dimples at her ankles and knees, which sbowed quite plainly below her wee petticoats. Daisy Dimple had everything she could wish for, and, unlike many other little boys and girls who get all they want, she was very unselfish, and, therefore, as happy as it was possible for a little girl to be. Now, Daisy Dimple was not a lazy little ghl, she had far too many "children" to wa^h and dress, and pretend to feed and put to bed, and to nursse and cuddle, ever to be idle. But Daisy Dimple thought it was not much use trying to keep a big family in order unless one looked "grown up," and ."he certainly didn't look as grown up as rnother or granriy. She supposed that was why her best doll "Wer.dy," would no; shut her eyes to go to sleep now, as she used to, and why Tommy Atkins would be so unruly and stupid and keep falling over as though guns were b^ing fiied at him. How could she expect her family to obev her if she wasn't a real .grown up rnother? So very quietly she tip-toed up to grandmamma's room and looked in the cupboard, and there she saw a box nearly as big as herself. Daisy Dimple dragged t>io box out and opened it. Carefully removing several pieces of "rustly" tissue paper she saw just the very thing she needed to make her look as grown up as granny. ft was a large coal scutt'le of putple velvet, with two black and two lavender colcured feathers in it fastened in a bunch to the front of the crown. Daisy Dimple 's eyes grew large and round, and she held her breath and claspoil her dimpled hands as she gazed at the glorious bonnet. Then she took it from its rustling wrappings, and placed it on her golden curls. With a half smije and a feeling of great importance she picked up granny's handglass and looked in. "Don't I look 'grow'd up?' she asked herself, as she balanced the bonnet on her head, steadying it with one hand. You see the glass did not show Daisy Dimple hex short frock, tiny socks, and stretch of bare dimpled leg between, so, entirely satisfied, that she was now 'grow'd up' Jio went back to the nursery to over-awe, and claim obedience from her tiresome children.