s, but it was not until last winter by the
fireside that we really had serious tales all about Wonderland. It's a
difficult place to reach, but when you get down the cliff, and feel your
neck to make quite sure it's not broken, you come to the witch who has a
wooden leg. She lives in the Dust House, where the Dust Fairies want to
sleep, only she will worry them with her broom. When they are worried,
they dance with the Sunbeam Fairy who comes in through the window, and
never breaks the glass.

There's a fairy mare called Jones, who lost her Christian name in a fit
of temper, and always searches for it with her hind legs. There's a
fairy bear who is not a truly grizzly, though he does live in a grizzly
bear skin even when it's ever-so-hot weather. He's a great hunter, too,
and likes sportsmen so much that they keep getting fewer, and _fewer_,
and FEWER. The last sportsman was a fairy Doctor called McGee, who
perched all day long in a tree, like the fowls-of-the-air, practising
bird-calls, while the fairy bear sat underneath taking care of his
rifle.

Wonderland is full of stories, especially about Mr. Man. When Mr. Man
was stolen away by robbers, and tied up with fiddle-strings in a
ferry-house, well--David flatly refused to go to bed until we'd come to
the ferry across Dream River.

David's dog came of an alliance between two noble families, so his name
is Whiskers Retriever-Dachshund, Esq., P.T.O. David's cat, who died
expensively in a pail of cream, was Mrs. Bull Durham. Ginger was a
squirrel in the garden, and the dago was a badger who lived a long way
off beyond the grumpy cow. Dog, cat, squirrel and badger were all of
them robbers, but David would have been quite wretched if he had caught
them doing anything dishonest.

Did I mention Mr. Man? He was a hero who lived in fairyland, and didn't
believe in fairies, who spoke with a slow, sweet, Texan drawl, who loved
and protected all living creatures except politicians, who believed in
God, in Mother England, and in Uncle Sam, and who always wrote long
letters to his mother. David said his funny prayers for mother, and
Whiskers, and all kind friends "and make me good like Mr. Man in
Wonderland. Amen. Now, tell me some wobbers, mummie."

Although David has decided to be a tram conductor, he still takes some
little interest in other walks of life. Once on the tow-path he asked
an old gentleman who was fishing, what he was fishing for, and got the
nice reply: "I oft