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Build A House?" Exclaimed John. "for The Wendy," Said Curly. "for Wendy?" John Said, Aghast. "why, She Is Only A Girl!" "that," Explained Curly, "is Why We Are Her Servants.

The Fairies, As Their Custom, Clapped Their Hands With Delight Over Their Cleverness, And They Were So Madly In Love With The Little House That They Could Not Bear To Think They Had Finished It.

What A Polite Game Tennis Is. The Chief Word In It Seems To Be "sorry" And Admiration Of Each Other's Play Crosses The Net As Frequently As The Ball.

They Have Long Lost Count Of The Days, But Always If They Want To Do Anything Special They Say This Is Saturday Night, And Then They Do It.

Strength Instead Of Being The Lusty Child Of Passion, Grows By Grappling With And Subduing Them.