Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

There Are Few More Impressive Sights In The World Than A Scotsman On The Make.

I Know Not, Sir, Whether Bacon Wrote The Works Of Shakespeare, But If He Did Not, It Seems To Me That He Missed The Opportunity Of His Life.

And So When Mrs. Darling Went Back To The Night-nursery To See If Her Husband Was Asleep, All The Beds Were Occupied. The Children Waited For Her Cry Of Joy, But It Did Not Come. She Saw Them, But She Did Not Believe They Were There. You See, She Saw Them In Their Beds So Often In Her Dreams That She Thought This Was Just The Dream Hanging Around Her Still.

You Need Not Be Sorry For Her. She Was One Of The Kind That Likes To Grow Up. In The End She Grew Up Of Her Own Free Will A Day Quicker Than The Other Girls.

Tink Was Not All Bad: Or, Rather, She Was All Bad Just Now, But, On The Other Hand, Sometimes She Was All Good. Fairies Have To Be One Thing Or The Other, Because Being So Small They Unfortunately Have Room For One Feeling Only At A Time. They Are, However, Allowed To Change, Only It Must Be A Complete Change.