Hand Made Fables

asis with an assured Rating both in the Blue Book and Brad- street's. They were of the Gentry, doubtless, without a doubt, doubtless. If two Children had been permitted to select their own Auspices, they could not have found any better Picking in the line of Parents than Mr. Rutherford Wilton, whose name was on the Delivery Wagons, and his wife Jessamine, with a Fleur-de-Lys stamped on her hand-made Linen Stationery. When the first-Born was three days old Ms Parents knew what he would eat for Breakfast on the morning of his eighteenth Birthday, and the Religious Leanings of the Girl he would escort to the Altar when he was 22. Rutherford and Jessamine were two grand little Arrangers. Before the Doctor got out of the House, the recent Arrival had been told by the Nurse that his Hall- Mark was Oliver Cromwell Wilton and that he was to be educated at Princeton. When he was eight days old, all of his People conferred and decided that a schooling in International Law and Modern Languages would fit him for the Diplomatic Service. None of that Ipsy-Wipsy mush or Mother Goose junk was to be employed in the Early Training of O. C. As soon as he could be propped up he was shown a picture of the Family Tree. Before he began biting at a Rubber Ring he was being coached for a Career. Oliver was a perfumed Cherub aged Four and wearing'Curls when the Planets once more trembled in their Orbits. This time it was a Girl. Eloise Claire had been with them near...