His Mother was just coming to get the carpet-sweeper, which she had left beside the crib, for, you see, in Grown-up Land time passes much more slowly than in Nowhere land. There was a great to-do when she found that it was gone, but just as she was growing very excited about this, she noticed that the Fretful Child had stopped crying, and this made her even more excited (but in a different way) so that she forgot all about the carpet-sweeper. She rushed in to tell Timothy, her husband about it; but he was reading the newspaper, and only said “Un-huh.” Soon all the neighbors came in to find out why That Fretful Child had stopped crying, and his Mother proudly told them that she had given him warm milk. Whereupon all the neighbors shook their heads and opened their mouths very wide, and went home to feed warm milk to their Fretful Children, as they have been doing ever since. BALLADE FOR BELIEVERS IN FAIRIES All dressed up in our best we ride ... From Adam’s Square and Harvard too And read the ads there for our guide To see what other people do; Or if a paper we glance through, At night time, when our curls we comb This lonesome thought our souls imbue “Have you a fairy in your home?” Or when the little folks decide To play a game of house, or two, And roles amongst them they divide ... John is papa, and mama’s Sue ... Alas the parts are far too few And those left out in anguish foam Till someone brings this thought anew “Have you a fairy in your home?” A poor stern father has denied To sweet sixteen a dress that’s new, And sweet sixteen has vainly tried And valiantly her suit to sue ... She sees her older dress must do Then finds it in a fashion tome Some thoughtful fairy brought to view ... “Have you a fairy in your home?” L’Envoi O, Pollyanna, here’s to you-- I’ll greet you, if you chance to roam My way, and ask when I am blue “Have you a fairy in your home?” THE JUSTIFICATION AND REVENGE OF GOBBLE-ME-UP (A Story for Children with Appetites, and for Children Who Do Not Eat.) Once upon a time, in the days of long ago, when ogres and giants were as plentiful as policemen, and when the ocean was dotted with desert islands, there lived a Giant whose name was Gobble-me-up. As you may have guessed, he lived on one of these islands. All about him stretched ocean, and ocean, and more and more waves; but they didn’t bother him at all. He just lived there alone, and was very happy. He was a great, large, burly giant, who would have stood over six feet tall in his stocking feet, if he had worn stockings. He had round red cheeks, and dancing blue eyes, and his hair curled itself up into “irrepressible locks” just like your favorite hero’s. He was comfortably fat, and when he laughed he shook all over, just the way the dessert that we have on Sunday does.