I always thought dancing improper; but it can't be since I myself am dancing. - P. L. Travers

Don’t you know,” she said pityingly, “that everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own?

And when, at last, .... I stood in London with ten pounds in my hand - five of which I promptly lost - the ancestors dwelling in my blood who, all my life, had summoned me with insistent eldritch voices, murmured together, like contented cats.

The Dolphins were after it in a second, two dark striving shapes rippling through the water. Jane and Michael could hardly breathe. Which would win the prize? Or would the prize escape?