"I hope you were pleased with our first performance, Father?"
And what could I say but that it was all beautiful and grand, and I hoped to hear it repeated, etc.
But then, when I had exhausted my enthusiasm, a band of these young fairies, their pretty faces flushed with excitement, and the stars in their curls bobbing and nodding at me, came around me.
"It's now our turn, Father Dan. We want one little dance before we go."
"What?" I cried, "children like you dancing! I'd be well in my way, indeed. Come now, sing 'Home, Sweet Home,' and away to Blanketland as fast as you can."
"Ah, do, Father Dan!"
"Ah, do, Father Dan!"
"One little dance!"
"We'll be home in half an hour!"
"Ah do, Daddy Dan!"