"We ain't a bit afraid, Alfy 'Iggins. Yer own fice is a lump uglier."
A STRIKE IN FAIRYLAND.
The fairies were holding a meeting.
"They grumble when we send the rain," said a Rain-fairy, "and they grumble when we don't."
"And we get no thanks," sighed a Flower-fairy. "The time we spend getting the flowers ready and washing their faces and folding them up every night!"
"As for the stars," said a Star-fairy, "we might just as well leave them unlit for all the gratitude we get, and it's such a rush sometimes to get all over the sky in time. They don't even believe in us. We wouldn't mind anything if they believed in us."
"No," agreed a Rainbow-fairy, "that's true. I take such a lot of trouble to get just the right colours, and it has to be done so quickly. But I wouldn't mind if they believed in us."