SO like any of us Kensington or Hyde Parkers, she climbed on the bus that stops opposite Barker's. But where she got down, at what street, and what number, I am far too excited just now to remember. Then just as she was directly that minute, she made a blue print of the house and all in it. And she built the whole thing from the roof to the cellar with a wave of her wand. But with no one to tell her (and with no one to ask) that no building would be complete without kitchen, and taps (H and C), (because fairies, who bask in perpetual summer don't cook, and don't wash, and don't call in the plumber), she didn't include them; and what was still harder for the maids, she'd forgotten to build them a larder. And it wasn't until on the very first morning when the maid said "No sink," and promptly gave warning, that, pleading in terror, that, if there were not it was merely an error, she added the lot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN ACT 5 (MIDNIGHT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN THE WATER by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS STANZAS TO AN AFFECTIONATE AND PIOUS PARENT, ON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD by BERNARD BARTON POET FLAYS TEMPTATIONS OF CITY LIFE by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP SONG BY AN OLD SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BLAKE |