THERE was once a Fairy who lived in the hollow part of a pen. It was a very pretty palace for a fairy, with half-transparent walls. And hers was a happy life. The only thing that troubled her was that the man who used the pen only wrote and grammar and really sensible things.  
“Why can’t he write poetry and fairy stories?” she used to say. “Oh, what beautiful things this dull man could write if he only knew that there was a Fairy in his pen!”
 
So one day when the man who used the pen had gone to a dull lecture, she wrote on the blotting-paper:—“There is a fairy in your pen!” “And now,” she thought, “he will surely let me help him to write poetry and fairy stories.”
 
But the stupid man thought the children had written............