It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children.

He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.

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.

All children, except one, grow up