Except for one night when the fairies were dancing, Mr. Skelmersdale, during all his time with them, never saw a star.
Skelmersdale had run a break into double figures, which, by the Bignor standards, was uncommonly good play.
Mrs. Skelmersdale behaved beautifully and this made everything tormentingly touching and difficult.
Just how things chanced and happened there is no telling from Mr. Skelmersdale's disarticulated skeleton of description.
And that is the tale of Mr. Skelmersdale in Fairyland just as he told it to me.
