Everytime a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

Every time a child says I don't believe in fairies there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!

Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change.

Everytime a child says 'I don't believe in fairies,' there's a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her, he said, ‘Who is Tinker Bell?’
‘O Peter,’ she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember.
‘There are such a lot of them,’ he said. ‘I expect she is no more.’
I expect he was right, for fairies don’t live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.