CONSOLATION.
| You may be very ugly and freckledy and small And have a little stubby nose that's not a nose at all; You may be bad at spelling and you may be worse at sums, You may have stupid fingers that your Nanna says are thumbs, And lots of things you look for you may never, never find, But if you love the fairies—you don't mind. You may be rather frightened when you read of wolves and bears Or when you pass the cupboard-place beneath the attic stairs; You may not always like it when thunder makes a noise That seems so much, much bigger than little girls and boys; You may feel rather lonely when you waken in the night, But if the fairies love you—it's all right. |
R.F.
"I trust it may be sufficient to convince readers that Mr. Chesterton is continued at foot of next column."—Sunday Paper.
At last the ever-recurring problem of where to put the rest of Mr. Chesterton has been solved.
Fed-up Owner (to holiday Artist). "Charming, my dear young lady—charming—with one important omission. You've forgotten to put in the notice on the tree."