Everytime a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

Every time a child says I don't believe in fairies there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

This meal happened to be a make-believe tea, and they sat round the board guzzling in their greed; and really, what with their chatter and recriminations, the noise, as Wendy said, was positively deafening.

Every time a child says, ''I don't believe in fairies,'' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

If he thought at all, but I don't believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of water...