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1"It was me told him mothers are called old lady," Michael whispered to Curly. "I complain of Michael," said Curly
2instantly. The first twin came to Peter. "Father, we want to dance." "Dance away, my little man," said Peter, who was in
3high good humour. "But we want you to dance." Peter was really the best dancer among them, but he pretended to be
4scandalised. "Me! My old bones would rattle!" "And mummy too." "What," cried Wendy, "the mother of such an armful,
5dance!" "But on a Saturday night," Slightly insinuated. It was not really Saturday night, at least it may have been, for
6they had long lost count of the days; but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday
7night, and then they did it. "Of course it is Saturday night, Peter," Wendy said, relenting. "People of our figure,
8Wendy!" "But it is only among our own progeny." "True, true." So they were told they could dance, but they must put on
9their nighties first. "Ah, old lady," Peter said aside to Wendy, warming himself by the fire and looking down at her as
10she sat turning a heel, "there is nothing more pleasant of an evening for you and me when the day's toil is over than to
11rest by the fire with the little ones near by." "It is sweet, Peter, isn't it?" Wendy said, frightfully gratified.
12"Peter, I think Curly has your nose." "Michael takes after you." She went to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Dear
13Peter," she said, "with such a large family, of course, I have now passed my best, but you don't want to change me, do
14you?" "No, Wendy." Certainly he did not want a change, but he looked at her uncomfortably, blinking, you know, like one
15not sure whether he was awake or asleep. "Peter, what is it?" "I was just thinking," he said, a little scared. "It is
16only make-believe, isn't it, that I am their father?" "Oh yes," Wendy said primly. "You see," he continued
17apologetically, "it would make me seem so old to be their real father." "But they are ours, Peter, yours and mine." "But
18not really, Wendy?" he asked anxiously. "Not if you don't wish it," she replied; and she distinctly heard his sigh of
19relief. "Peter," she asked, trying to speak firmly, "what are your exact feelings to me?" "Those of a devoted son,
20Wendy." "I thought so," she said, and went and sat by herself at the extreme end of the room. "You are so queer," he
21said, frankly puzzled, "and Tiger Lily is just the same. There is something she wants to be to me, but she says it is
22not my mother." "No, indeed, it is not," Wendy replied with frightful emphasis. Now we know why she was prejudiced
23against the redskins. "Then what is it?" "It isn't for a lady to tell." "Oh, very well," Peter said, a little nettled.
24"Perhaps Tinker Bell will tell me." "Oh yes, Tinker Bell will tell you," Wendy retorted scornfully. "She is an abandoned
25little creature." Here Tink, who was in her bedroom, eavesdropping, squeaked out something impudent. "She says she
26glories in being abandoned," Peter interpreted. He had a sudden idea. "Perhaps Tink wants to be my mother?" "You silly
27ass!" cried Tinker Bell in a passion. She had said it so often that Wendy needed no translation. "I almost agree with
28her," Wendy snapped. Fancy Wendy snapping! But she had been much tried, and she little knew what was to happen before
29the night was out. If she had known she would not have snapped. None of them knew. Perhaps it was best not to know.
30Their ignorance gave them one more glad hour; and as it was to be their last hour on the island, let us rejoice that
31there were sixty glad minutes in it. They sang and danced in their night-gowns. Such a deliciously creepy song it was,
32in which they pretended to be frightened at their own shadows, little witting that so soon shadows would close in upon
33them, from whom they would shrink in real fear. So uproariously gay was the dance, and how they buffeted each other on
34the bed and out of it! It was a pillow fight rather than a dance, and when it was finished, the pillows insisted on one
35bout more, like partners who know that they may never meet again. The stories they told, before it was time for Wendy's
36good-night story! Even Slightly tried to tell a story that night, but the beginning was so fearfully dull that it
37appalled not only the others but himself, and he said gloomily: "Yes, it is a dull beginning. I say, let us pretend that
38it is the end." And then at last they all got into bed for Wendy's story, the story they loved best, the story Peter
39hated. Usually when she began to tell this story he left the room or put his hands over his ears; and possibly if he had
40done either of those things this time they might all still be on the island. But to-night he remained on his stool; and
41we shall see what happened. Chapter XI. WENDY'S STORY "Listen, then," said Wendy, settling down to her story, with
42Michael at her feet and seven boys in the bed. "There was once a gentleman--" "I had rather he had been a lady," Curly
43said. "I wish he had been a white rat," said Nibs. "Quiet," their mother admonished them. "There was a lady also, and--"
44"Oh, mummy," cried the first twin, "you mean that there is a lady also, don't you? She is not dead, is she?" "Oh, no."
45"I am awfully glad she isn't dead," said Tootles. "Are you glad, John?" "Of course I am." "Are you glad, Nibs?"
46"Rather." "Are you glad, Twins?" "We are glad." "Oh dear," sighed Wendy. "Little less noise there," Peter called out,
47determined that she should have fair play, however beastly a story it might be in his opinion. "The gentleman's name,"
48Wendy continued, "was Mr. Darling, and her name was Mrs. Darling." "I knew them," John said, to annoy the others. "I
49think I knew them," said Michael rather doubtfully. "They were married, you know," explained Wendy, "and what do you
50think they had?" "White rats," cried Nibs, inspired. "No." "It's awfully puzzling," said Tootles, who knew the story by
51heart. "Quiet, Tootles. They had three descendants." "What is descendants?" "Well, you are one, Twin." "Did you hear
52that, John? I am a descendant." "Descendants are only children," said John. "Oh dear, oh dear," sighed Wendy. "Now these
53three children had a faithful nurse called Nana; but Mr. Darling was angry with her and chained her up in the yard, and
54so all the children flew away." "It's an awfully good story," said Nibs. "They flew away," Wendy continued, "to the
55Neverland, where the lost children are." "I just thought they did," Curly broke in excitedly. "I don't know how it is,
56but I just thought they did!" "O Wendy," cried Tootles, "was one of the lost children called Tootles?" "Yes, he was." "I
57am in a story. Hurrah, I am in a story, Nibs." "Hush. Now I want you to consider the feelings of the unhappy parents
58with all their children flown away." "Oo!" they all moaned, though they were not really considering the feelings of the
59unhappy parents one jot. "Think of the empty beds!" "Oo!" "It's awfully sad," the first twin said cheerfully. "I don't
60see how it can have a happy ending," said the second twin. "Do you, Nibs?" "I'm frightfully anxious." "If you knew how
61great is a mother's love," Wendy told them triumphantly, "you would have no fear." She had now come to the part that
62Peter hated. "I do like a mother's love," said Tootles, hitting Nibs with a pillow. "Do you like a mother's love, Nibs?"
63"I do just," said Nibs, hitting back. "You see," Wendy said complacently, "our heroine knew that the mother would always
64leave the window open for her children to fly back by; so they stayed away for years and had a lovely time." "Did they
65ever go back?" "Let us now," said Wendy, bracing herself up for her finest effort, "take a peep into the future;" and
66they all gave themselves the twist that makes peeps into the future easier. "Years have rolled by, and who is this
67elegant lady of uncertain age alighting at London Station?" "O Wendy, who is she?" cried Nibs, every bit as excited as
68if he didn't know. "Can it be--yes--no--it is--the fair Wendy!" "Oh!" "And who are the two noble portly figures
69accompanying her, now grown to man's estate? Can they be John and Michael? They are!" "Oh!"
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