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1As time wore on did she think much about the beloved parents she had left behind her? This is a difficult question,
2because it is quite impossible to say how time does wear on in the Neverland, where it is calculated by moons and suns,
3and there are ever so many more of them than on the mainland. But I am afraid that Wendy did not really worry about her
4father and mother; she was absolutely confident that they would always keep the window open for her to fly back by, and
5this gave her complete ease of mind. What did disturb her at times was that John remembered his parents vaguely only, as
6people he had once known, while Michael was quite willing to believe that she was really his mother. These things scared
7her a little, and nobly anxious to do her duty, she tried to fix the old life in their minds by setting them examination
8papers on it, as like as possible to the ones she used to do at school. The other boys thought this awfully interesting,
9and insisted on joining, and they made slates for themselves, and sat round the table, writing and thinking hard about
10the questions she had written on another slate and passed round. They were the most ordinary questions--"What was the
11colour of Mother's eyes? Which was taller, Father or Mother? Was Mother blonde or brunette? Answer all three questions
12if possible." "(A) Write an essay of not less than 40 words on How I spent my last Holidays, or The Characters of Father
13and Mother compared. Only one of these to be attempted." Or "(1) Describe Mother's laugh; (2) Describe Father's laugh;
14(3) Describe Mother's Party Dress; (4) Describe the Kennel and its Inmate." They were just everyday questions like
15these, and when you could not answer them you were told to make a cross; and it was really dreadful what a number of
16crosses even John made. Of course the only boy who replied to every question was Slightly, and no one could have been
17more hopeful of coming out first, but his answers were perfectly ridiculous, and he really came out last: a melancholy
18thing. Peter did not compete. For one thing he despised all mothers except Wendy, and for another he was the only boy on
19the island who could neither write nor spell; not the smallest word. He was above all that sort of thing. By the way,
20the questions were all written in the past tense. What was the colour of Mother's eyes, and so on. Wendy, you see, had
21been forgetting, too. Adventures, of course, as we shall see, were of daily occurrence; but about this time Peter
22invented, with Wendy's help, a new game that fascinated him enormously, until he suddenly had no more interest in it,
23which, as you have been told, was what always happened with his games. It consisted in pretending not to have
24adventures, in doing the sort of thing John and Michael had been doing all their lives, sitting on stools flinging balls
25in the air, pushing each other, going out for walks and coming back without having killed so much as a grizzly. To see
26Peter doing nothing on a stool was a great sight; he could not help looking solemn at such times, to sit still seemed to
27him such a comic thing to do. He boasted that he had gone walking for the good of his health. For several suns these
28were the most novel of all adventures to him; and John and Michael had to pretend to be delighted also; otherwise he
29would have treated them severely. He often went out alone, and when he came back you were never absolutely certain
30whether he had had an adventure or not. He might have forgotten it so completely that he said nothing about it; and then
31when you went out you found the body; and, on the other hand, he might say a great deal about it, and yet you could not
32find the body. Sometimes he came home with his head bandaged, and then Wendy cooed over him and bathed it in lukewarm
33water, while he told a dazzling tale. But she was never quite sure, you know. There were, however, many adventures which
34she knew to be true because she was in them herself, and there were still more that were at least partly true, for the
35other boys were in them and said they were wholly true. To describe them all would require a book as large as an
36English-Latin, Latin-English Dictionary, and the most we can do is to give one as a specimen of an average hour on the
37island. The difficulty is which one to choose. Should we take the brush with the redskins at Slightly Gulch? It was a
38sanguinary affair, and especially interesting as showing one of Peter's peculiarities, which was that in the middle of a
39fight he would suddenly change sides. At the Gulch, when victory was still in the balance, sometimes leaning this way
40and sometimes that, he called out, "I'm redskin to-day; what are you, Tootles?" And Tootles answered, "Redskin; what are
41you, Nibs?" and Nibs said, "Redskin; what are you Twin?" and so on; and they were all redskins; and of course this would
42have ended the fight had not the real redskins fascinated by Peter's methods, agreed to be lost boys for that once, and
43so at it they all went again, more fiercely than ever. The extraordinary upshot of this adventure was--but we have not
44decided yet that this is the adventure we are to narrate. Perhaps a better one would be the night attack by the redskins
45on the house under the ground, when several of them stuck in the hollow trees and had to be pulled out like corks. Or we
46might tell how Peter saved Tiger Lily's life in the Mermaids' Lagoon, and so made her his ally. Or we could tell of that
47cake the pirates cooked so that the boys might eat it and perish; and how they placed it in one cunning spot after
48another; but always Wendy snatched it from the hands of her children, so that in time it lost its succulence, and became
49as hard as a stone, and was used as a missile, and Hook fell over it in the dark. Or suppose we tell of the birds that
50were Peter's friends, particularly of the Never bird that built in a tree overhanging the lagoon, and how the nest fell
51into the water, and still the bird sat on her eggs, and Peter gave orders that she was not to be disturbed. That is a
52pretty story, and the end shows how grateful a bird can be; but if we tell it we must also tell the whole adventure of
53the lagoon, which would of course be telling two adventures rather than just one. A shorter adventure, and quite as
54exciting, was Tinker Bell's attempt, with the help of some street fairies, to have the sleeping Wendy conveyed on a
55great floating leaf to the mainland. Fortunately the leaf gave way and Wendy woke, thinking it was bath-time, and swam
56back. Or again, we might choose Peter's defiance of the lions, when he drew a circle round him on the ground with an
57arrow and dared them to cross it; and though he waited for hours, with the other boys and Wendy looking on breathlessly
58from trees, not one of them dared to accept his challenge. Which of these adventures shall we choose? The best way will
59be to toss for it. I have tossed, and the lagoon has won. This almost makes one wish that the gulch or the cake or
60Tink's leaf had won. Of course I could do it again, and make it best out of three; however, perhaps fairest to stick to
61the lagoon. Chapter VIII. THE MERMAIDS' LAGOON If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a
62shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins
63to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go
64on fire you see the lagoon. This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland, just one heavenly moment; if there
65could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing.
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