Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

A House Is Never Still In Darkness To Those Who Listen Intently; There Is A Whispering In Distant Chambers, An Unearthly Hand Presses The Snib Of The Window, The Latch Rises. Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.

For When You Looked Into My Mother's Eyes You Knew, As If He Had Told You, Why God Sent Her Into The World - It Was To Open Then Minds Of All Who Looked To Beautiful Thoughts. And That Is The Beginning And End Of Literature.

Fairies Don’t Live Long, But They Are So Little That A Short Time Seems A Good While To Them

Our Heroine Knew That The Mother Would Always Leave The Window Open For Her Children To Fly Back By; So They Stayed Away For Years And Had A Lovely Time.

All Are Keeping A Sharp Look-out In Front, But None Suspects That The Danger May Be Creeping Up From Behind.