There Are, I Dare Say, Many Lovers

A Moment After The Fairy's Entrance The Window Was Blown Open By The Breathing Of The Little Stars, And Peter Dropped In.

In Time They Could Not Even Fly After Their Hats. Want Of Practice, They Called It; But What It Really Meant Was That They No Longer Believed.

Life Is A Cup Of Tea; The More Heartily We Drink The Sooner We Reach The Dregs.

Asleep To Rummage In Their Minds

Again Came That Ringing Crow, And Peter Dropped In Front Of Them. "greeting, Boys," He Cried, And Mechanically They Saluted, And Then Again Was Silence. He Frowned. "i Am Back," He Said Hotly, "why Do You Not Cheer?