Excerpt from The Fire Within

Mr. Mottisfont's Opinion Of His Nephew

As I was going adown the dale
Sing derry down dale, and derry down dale,
As I was going adown the dale,
Adown the dale of a Monday,
With never a thought of the Devil his tricks,
Why who should I meet with his bundle of sticks,
But the very old man of the Nursery tale.
Sing derry down dale, and derry down dale,
The wicked old man of the Nursery tale
Who gathered his sticks of a Sunday.
Sing derry down, derry down dale.

Old Mr. Edward Mottisfont looked over the edge of the sheet at David Blake.

"My nephew Edward is most undoubtedly and indisputably a prig - a damned prig, " he added thoughtfully after a moment's pause for reflection. As he reflected his black eyes danced from David's face to a crayon drawing which hung on the panelled wall above the mantelpiece.

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