One's Religion Is Whatever He Is Most

Our Heroine Knew That The Mother Would Always Leave The Window Open For Her Children To Fly Back By; So They Stayed Away For Years And Had A Lovely Time.

Wise Children Always Choose A Mother Who Was A Shocking Flirt In Her Maiden Days, And So Had Several Offers Before She Accepted Their Fortunate Papa.

Yet If He Upbraided Her In His Hurry, It Was To Repent Bitterly His Temper The Next, And To Feel Its Effects More Than She, Temper Being A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

She Liked His Tears So Much That She Put Out Her Beautiful Finger And Let Them Run Over It. Her Voice Was So Low That At First He Could Not Make Out What She Said. Then He Made It Out. She Was Saying That She Thought She Could Get Well Again If Children Believed In Fairies.

I Do Believe In Fairies, I Do, I Do.