I'll have to tone down a bit.

Next thing I know she will be losing her chance with that wonderful Snow man for a dream.

In my efforts to comfort her I must have gone too far.

It is all right to write a gushy love letter and stuff it full of Peter's whimsical nonsense, but, in the language of the poet, how am I going to 'deliver the goods'?
Of course that talk about Louise Whiting was all well enough.

Equally, of course, I outlined and planted the brook and designed the bridge for Marian, whether she knows it or Peter knows it, or not.