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Chapter 1 PETER BREAKS THROUGH All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end. Of course they lived at 14 [their house number on their street], and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there is was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner. The way Mr. Darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girl discovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr. Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her. He got all of her, except the innermost box and the kiss. He never knew about the box, and in time he gave up trying for the kiss. Wendy thought Napoleon could have got it, but I can picture him trying, and then going off in a passion, slamming the door. Mr. Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him. He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares. Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him. Mrs. Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so

and so on it went." he warned her almost threateningly.don't waggle your finger -. and soon. but he was very honourable. can we try it for a year on nine nine seven?" "Of course we and carry child -.whooping-cough. and it added up differently each time. and he was really the grander character of the two. the question is. Mr. and if she confused him with suggestions he had to begin at the beginning again.and the pound you lent to that man who came to the door -. but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out. with your eighteen and three makes three nine seven. accompanied by their nurse. holding her hand and calculating expenses.eight nine seven.there.quiet. child -. and he sat on the edge of Mrs.don't speak -. with mumps reduced to twelve six. I said nine nine seven.measles one five. . dot and carry seven don't speak. Darling's bed.did I say nine nine seven? yes. say ten shillings. makes two fifteen six -. say fifteen shillings" -. "Mumps one pound. She wanted to risk it. "Now don't interrupt. come what might. then John. but both were kept. then Michael.much as a Brussels sprout was missing. and Michael had even a narrower squeak. but at last Wendy just got through. There was the same excitement over John. "I have one pound seventeen here. my own -. with five naught naught in my cheque-book makes eight nine seven who is that moving? -. She drew them when she should have been totting up. "Remember mumps. and the two kinds of measles treated as one. making two nine and six. while she looked at him imploringly. German measles half a guinea. you've done it! -. and off he went again. but I daresay it will be more like thirty shillings -. and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces. Darling was frightfully proud of her. his way was with a pencil and a piece of paper. They were Mrs. I can cut off my coffee at the office. you might have seen the three of them going in a row to Miss Fulsom's Kindergarten school. that is what I have put down. as she was another mouth to feed." she cried. Wendy came first. and two and six at the office." he would beg of her. George. But she was prejudiced in Wendy's favour. Darling's guesses. For a week or two after Wendy came it was doubtful whether they would be able to keep her. but that was not his way.

"I know she admires you tremendously. and smoothed out Wendy and made a dash at John's hair. It was a lesson in propriety to see her escorting the children to school. She had always thought children important. who would pirouette so wildly . Such a midget she looked in her long skirt and maid's cap. and Mr. Nana also troubled him in another way. while Nana lay on the floor. called Nana. No nursery could possibly have been conducted more correctly. though she had sworn. and was much hated by careless nursemaids. walking sedately by their side when they were well behaved. He had his position in the city to consider. of course. and the Darlings had become acquainted with her in Kensington Gardens. As they were poor. George. this nurse was a prim Newfoundland dog. How thorough she was at bath-time. so. There is a room in the basement of Miss Fulsom's school where the nurses wait. yet he sometimes wondered uneasily whether the neighbours talked. Darling's friends. Of course her kennel was in the nursery. and so on. however. whom she followed to their homes and complained of to their mistresses. and then she would sign to the children to be specially nice to father. when engaged. She believed to her last day in old-fashioned remedies like rhubarb leaf. On John's footer [in England soccer was called football. in which the only other servant." Mrs. they had a nurse. owing to the amount of milk the children drank. and Mr. She had a genius for knowing when a cough is a thing to have no patience with and when it needs stocking around your throat. but if they did come she first whipped off Michael's pinafore and put him into the one with blue braiding. He had sometimes a feeling that she did not admire him. but that was the only difference. Darling loved to have everything just so. and up at any moment of the night if one of her charges made the slightest cry. was sometimes allowed to join. Darling would assure him. and made sounds of contempt over all this new-fangled talk about germs. "footer" for short] days she never once forgot his sweater. and butting them back into line if they strayed. She proved to be quite a treasure of a nurse. She resented visits to the nursery from Mrs. They affected to ignore her as of an inferior social status to themselves. Darling. that she would never see ten again. Darling had a passion for being exactly like his neighbours. Darling knew it.Mrs. and she usually carried an umbrella in her mouth in case of rain. who had belonged to no one in particular until the Darlings engaged her. and she despised their light talk. They sat on forms. The gaiety of those romps! And gayest of all was Mrs. Lovely dances followed. where she spent most of her spare time peeping into perambulators. Liza.

say ninety-nine. religion. are spread out your prettier thoughts. and you would find it very interesting to watch her. and caves through which a river runs. beautifully aired. I expect. had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting. You would see her on her knees. who was very small. and savages and lonely lairs. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you. with astonishing splashes of colour here and there. repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. and your own map can become intensely interesting. and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing. Michael in a wigwam. When you wake in the morning. and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through. hangings. Mrs. It is quite like tidying up drawers. murders. and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. but catch them trying to draw a map of a child's mind. pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten. three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself. which is not only confused. wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up. and then if you had dashed at her you might have got it. but keeps going round all the time. If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this. and one very small old lady with a hooked nose. just like your temperature on a card. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children's minds. but there is also first day at school. the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top. It would be an easy map if that were all. I don't know whether you have ever seen a map of a person's mind. for instance. and so on. for the Neverland is always more or less an island. getting into braces. lingering humorously over some of your contents. John's. and it is all rather confusing.that all you could see of her was the kiss. Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. fathers. while Michael. making discoveries sweet and not so sweet. There never was a simpler happier family until the coming of Peter Pan. the round pond. There are zigzag lines on it. and gnomes who are mostly tailors. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands. needle-work. and a hut fast going to decay. verbs that take the dative. especially as nothing will stand still. and these are probably roads in the island. and princes with six elder brothers. had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning. ready for you to put on. chocolate pudding day. Wendy in a .

Darling did not know. That is why there are night-lights. it is not in the least alarming. my pet?" "He is Peter Pan. There were odd stories about him. Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact. She knew of no Peter. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth. Michael had friends at night. mother. "Mark my words. you know." "Oh no. he isn't grown up." he said. Mrs. with tedious distances between one adventure and another. but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very real. Occasionally in her travels through her children's minds Mrs." Wendy admitted with regret." At first Mrs. "it is some nonsense Nana has been . you know. John had no friends. "Yes. he is rather cocky. Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents." Wendy assured her confidently. not large and sprawly. On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles [simple boat]. she just knew it." she said to Wendy. we can still hear the sound of the surf. Darling. and if they stood still in a row you could say of them that they have each other's nose. Her mother had been questioning her. and of these quite the most perplexing was the word Peter. but now that she was married and full of sense she quite doubted whether there was any such person. but nicely crammed. and so forth. as that when children died he went part of the way with them. and as of leaves deftly sewn together. "Besides. but he smiled pooh-pooh. but on the whole the Neverlands have a family resemblance. "But who is he. though we shall land no more." She meant that he was her size in both mind and body. she didn't know how she knew. "and he is just my size. Darling gazed she felt that it had an oddly cocky appearance. while Wendy's began to be scrawled all over with him. Darling consulted Mr. so that they should not be frightened. We too have been there. "he would be grown up by this time. She had believed in him at the time. and yet he was here and there in John and Michael's minds. Darling found things she could not understand. but after thinking back into her childhood she just remembered a Peter Pan who was said to live with the fairies. The name stood out in bolder letters than any of the other words.

It was in this casual way that Wendy one morning made a disquieting revelation. Darling did not know what to think. Wendy?" "It is so naughty of him not to wipe his feet. "What nonsense you talk. she just knew. so she didn't know how she knew. She was in a hurry to get her ." Wendy said." But it would not blow over and soon the troublesome boy gave Mrs. Darling quite a shock. precious. the leaves had been found very near the window. Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them. She explained in quite a matter-of-fact way that she thought Peter sometimes came to the nursery in the night and sat on the foot of her bed and played on his pipes to her. sighing. She was a tidy child. and Mrs. Leave it alone. Some leaves of a tree had been found on the nursery floor. "why did you not tell me of this before?" "I forgot. and it will blow over. they may remember to mention. For instance. that when they were in the wood they had met their dead father and had a game with him. "My child. which certainly were not there when the children went to bed. for it all seemed so natural to Wendy that you could not dismiss it by saying she had been dreaming. it is three floors up. Mrs. mother?" It was quite true." said Wendy lightly.putting into their heads." she said." "Were not the leaves at the foot of the window." the mother cried. Darling was puzzling over them when Wendy said with a tolerant smile: "I do believe it is that Peter again!" "Whatever do you mean. Unfortunately she never woke." "I think he comes in by the window. No one can get into the house without knocking. a week after the event happened. just the sort of idea a dog would have. "My love.

Darling's lap. and presently the sewing lay on Mrs. But in her dream he had rent the film that obscures the Neverland. Darling had bathed them and sung to them till one by one they had let go her hand and slid away into the land of sleep. Then her head nodded. but she was sure they did not come from any tree that grew in England. and the nursery dimly lit by three night-lights. She dreamt that the Neverland had come too near and that a strange boy had broken through from it. All were looking so safe and cosy that she smiled at her fears now and sat down tranquilly by the fire to sew. surely she must have been dreaming. the night on which the extraordinary adventures of these children may be said to have begun. Darling by the fire. John here. Certainly Wendy had been dreaming. who on his birthday was getting into shirts. no bigger than your fist. Wendy and Michael over there. It was something for Michael. Mrs. It happened to be Nana's evening off. She rattled the poker up the chimney and tapped the walls. . which darted about the room like a living thing and I think it must have been this light that wakened Mrs. Oh. The dream by itself would have been a trifle. for she thought she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have no children. and Mrs. they were skeleton leaves. so gracefully. oh. Look at the four of them. and it was a sheer drop of thirty feet. On the night we speak of all the children were once more in bed. and a boy did drop on the floor. Perhaps he is to be found in the faces of some mothers also. on the other hand. But. as the very next night showed. Darling examined them very carefully. She crawled about the floor. He did not alarm her.breakfast. But Wendy had not been dreaming. and Mrs. there were the leaves. He was accompanied by a strange light. She let down a tape from the window to the pavement. without so much as a spout to climb up by. and she saw Wendy and John and Michael peeping through the gap. She was asleep. While she slept she had a dream. There should have been a fourth night-light. The fire was warm. however. peering at it with a candle for marks of a strange foot. but while she was dreaming the window of the nursery blew open.

As he leapt at the window Nana had closed it quickly. and Nana entered. and. Darling screamed. it looked so like the washing and lowered the whole tone of the house. and found Nana with something in her mouth. and saw the boy. and it seemed a shame to trouble him. Darling screamed. which proved to be the boy's shadow. Chapter 2 THE SHADOW Mrs. When he saw she was a grown-up. Darling's kiss. but his shadow had not had time to get out. this time in distress for him. she knew exactly what he would say: "It all comes of having a dog for a nurse. too late to catch him. If you or I or Wendy had been there we should have seen that he was very like Mrs. Again Mrs. Darling. the door opened. Darling examined the shadow carefully. meaning "He is sure to come back for it. who leapt lightly through the window. She returned to the nursery. You may be sure Mrs. and somehow she knew at once that he was Peter Pan. with a wet towel around his head to keep his brain clear. but it was not there. clad in skeleton leaves and the juices that ooze out of trees but the most entrancing thing about him was that he had all his first teeth. besides." . and in the black night she could see nothing but what she thought was a shooting star. he gnashed the little pearls at her." But unfortunately Mrs. She thought of showing it to Mr. slam went the window and snapped it off. let us put it where he can get it easily without disturbing the children. She growled and sprang at the boy.Darling. but it was quite the ordinary kind. Darling could not leave it hanging out at the window. Nana had no doubt of what was the best thing to do with this shadow. and she looked up. and she ran down into the street to look for his little body. She started up with a cry. but he was totting up winter great-coats for John and Michael. He was a lovely boy. She hung it out at the window. as if in answer to a bell. for she thought he was killed. returned from her evening out.

They sat thus night after night recalling that fatal Friday. Nana at the thought. Darling said. until a fitting opportunity came for telling her husband. George Darling." was what Nana's wet eyes said. Of cour se it was a Friday." Mr. "If only I had pretended to like the medicine. and Nana's bark was the echo of it. Ah me! The opportunity came a week later. MEA CULPA. there was something in the right-hand corner of her mouth that wanted her not to call Peter names. "I ought to have been specially careful on a Friday. "If only I had not poured my medicine into Nana's bowl. did it. I. "If only I had not accepted that invitation to dine at 27. but Mrs. "My liking for parties. "I am responsible for it all. Darling would cry. George. Darling. Darling who put the handkerchief to Nana's eyes.She decided to roll the shadow up and put it away carefully in a drawer." she used to say afterwards to her husband. "That fiend!" Mr. while perhaps Nana was on the other side of her. on that never-to-beforgotten Friday. "No. They would sit there in the empty nursery. recalling fondly every smallest detail of that dreadful evening. Darling never upbraided Peter. "It's true." "My fatal gift of humour." said Mr. dear master and mistress." Then one or more of them would break down altogether. they ought not to have had a dog for a nurse. dearest. no." Mrs." He had had a classical education. Darling always said. It had begun so uneventfully." Many a time it was Mr. it's true. so precisely like a hundred other evenings. with . MEA CULPA. holding her hand. till every detail of it was stamped on their brains and came through on the other side like the faces on a bad coinage." "My touchiness about trifles.

" he had shouted. I be bathed. Nana. just as the real Mrs. that you are now a mother. Such a little thing for Mr. Darling.Nana putting on the water for Michael's bath and carrying him to it on her back. oh shan't love you any more. I won't!" still "I won't. scorning himself. I tell you I won't won't. She had dressed early because Wendy so loved to see her in her evening-gown. Wendy loved to lend her bracelet to her mother. with the extra pomp that he conceived due to the birth of a male. "I won't go to bed. Wendy had danced with joy." Then he had leapt into her arms. Mrs." he said. it isn't six o'clock yet. with the necklace George had given her. Darling must have done. but not so little if that was to be Michael's last night in the nursery. Darling himself may have used on the real occasion. Darling and Nana to recall now. "It was then that I rushed in like a tornado. like one who believed that he had the last word on the subject. Nana. not too hopefully. I Then Mrs. "Boy." "Boy or girl?" asked Michael. They go on with their recollections. She was wearing Wendy's bracelet on her arm." she said. Darling would say. Darling had come in. and Michael came from his bath to ask to be born also. and Mrs. won't. Michael had nearly cried." in just such a tone as Mr. "Nobody wants me. She had found her two older children playing at being herself and father on the occasion of Wendy's birth. wearing her white evening-gown. "I so want a third child. but John said brutally that they did not want any more. she had asked for the loan of it. and John was saying: "I am happy to inform you. wasn't it?" Mr. and indeed he had been like a tornado. Then John was born. Oh dear. "I do. . and of course the lady in the evening-dress could not stand that. I dear.

Sometimes the thing yielded to him without a contest. "Our last romp!" Mr. and in another moment was dancing round the room with Michael on his back. twenty times have I made it up round the bed-post. and if I don't go out to dinner to-night. no! Oh dear no! begs to be excused!" He thought Mrs. Darling groaned. "Let me try. George?" . it will not tie. Darling had far too fine a nature for that. "I warn you of this. you and I starve." Even then Mrs. that unless this tie is round my neck we don't go out to dinner to-night. do you remember Michael suddenly said to me. and with her nice cool hands she tied his tie for him. Some men would have resented her being able to do it so easily.Perhaps there was some excuse for him. and all had gone well with him until he came to his tie. Darling now. Darling was placid. but Mr. and he went on sternly. He. but round my neck. and our children will be flung into the streets. I never go to the office again. and if I don't go to the office again. Darling was not sufficiently impressed. father dear?" "Matter!" he yelled. what is the matter. mother?'" "I remember!" "They were rather sweet. `How did you get to know me. he thanked her carelessly. He came rushing into the nursery with the crumpled little brute of a tie in his hand. had been dressing for the party. This was such an occasion. "O George. "Not round my neck! Round the bed-post! Oh yes. while the children stood around to see their fate decided. "This tie." He became dangerously sarcastic. "How wildly we romped!" says Mrs. but there were occasions when it would have been better for the house if he had swallowed his pride and used a made-up tie. don't you think." she said. though he knew about stocks and shares. but this man. he really yelled. dear. and indeed that was what he had come to ask her to do. too. at once forgot his rage. recalling it. had no real mastery of his tie. mother. "Why. It is an astounding thing to have to tell.

Darling said thoughtfully. Darling left the room to get a chocolate for him. "Mother. for telling him about the boy." "No doubt." says Mr. but I have an uneasy feeling at times that she looks upon the children as puppies. who was now in her night-gown." "Won't. but he began to talk again about its being a mistake to have a dog for a nurse. Darling thought this showed want of firmness. kind parents. Darling brushed him. `Thank you. but they were the first he had ever had with braid on them. "but it does look a scoundrel. and it is all my fault. Mrs." "I wonder. ours! and now they are gone. when I was your age I took medicine without a murmur." "We were still discussing it. is much nastier. isn't it?" . but he became thoughtful when she showed him the shadow. believed it also. You will never carry the bottle in your mouth again. he had said reprovingly. to encourage Michael." The romp had ended with the appearance of Nana. "when Nana came in with Michael's medicine. Nana is a treasure. Nana.'" He really thought this was true. father. dear one." Mr." he called after her. Of course Mrs. At first he pooh-poohed the story. Darling collided against her. and she said. and he had had to bite his lip to prevent the tears coming. If he had a weakness. I feel sure she knows they have souls. Michael. don't pamper him. for giving me bottles to make we well."And they were ours. when Michael dodged the spoon in Nana's mouth. "I wonder. there is no doubt that he had behaved rather foolishly over the medicine. They were not only new trousers. won't!" Michael cried naughtily. "Be a man. I said." It was an opportunity. Darling. and so now. "It is nobody I know. you remember. his wife felt. "Oh no. "That medicine you sometimes take." Strong man though he was. and Mr. and Wendy. and most unluckily Mr. it was for thinking that all his life he had taken medicine boldly. "George. examining it carefully. covering his trousers with hairs." he said. "Michael.

" said Michael coldly. "I shall be sick." he said doggedly." he said. so am I waiting. "You have been wonderfully quick." His proud heart was nearly bursting." He had not exactly lost it. "It's all very well to say you are waiting." ." he retorted." "Father. father. and put it back on his wash-stand." she panted." her father retorted." John said cheerily. "I know where it is. Michael." said John. if I hadn't lost the bottle. "it's most beastly stuff." and she was off before he could stop her. sweet kind." Mr. it isn't fair. I am waiting." Wendy cried. father. always glad to be of service." "That is not the point. "Michael first. "Come on. "Father first. who was of a suspicious nature. "And it isn't fair: I would say it though it were with my last breath. and then in rushed Wendy with the medicine in a glass." said Michael. John. What he did not know was that the faithful Liza had found it. he had climbed in the dead of night to the top of the wardrobe and hidden it there. "Hold your tongue. "John. Immediately his spirits sank in the strangest way. "The point is." his father rapped out. father. "I thought you took it quite easily." "It will soon be over. Wendy was quite puzzled. "and I would take it now as an example to you." Mr. "I'll bring it. father. with a vindictive politeness that was quite thrown away upon her." "Father's a cowardly custard. you know. "I have been as quick as I could. that there is more in my glass that in Michael's spoon. Darling said threateningly. It's that nasty. sticky. shuddering. Darling said bravely."Ever so much nastier.

"So are you a cowardly custard." "I'm not frightened." "Neither am I frightened." "Well, then, take it." "Well, then, you take it." Wendy had a splendid idea. "Why not both take it at the same time?" "Certainly," said Mr. Darling. "Are you ready, Michael?" Wendy gave the words, one, two, three, and Michael took his medicine, but Mr. Darling slipped his behind his back. There was a yell of rage from Michael, and "O father!" Wendy exclaimed. "What do you mean by `O father'?" Mr. Darling demanded. "Stop that row, Michael. I meant to take mine, but I -- I missed it." It was dreadful the way all the three were looking at him, just as if they did not admire him. "Look here, all of you," he said entreatingly, as soon as Nana had gone into the bathroom. "I have just thought of a splendid joke. I shall pour my medicine into Nana's bowl, and she will drink it, thinking it is milk!" It was the colour of milk; but the children did not have their father's sense of humour, and they looked at him reproachfully as he poured the medicine into Nana's bowl. "What fun!" he said doubtfully, and they did not dare expose him when Mrs. Darling and Nana returned. "Nana, good dog," he said, patting her, "I have put a little milk into your bowl, Nana." Nana wagged her tail, ran to the medicine, and began lapping it. Then she gave Mr. Darling such a look, not an angry look: she showed him the great red tear that makes us so sorry for noble dogs, and crept into her kennel. Mr. Darling was frightfully ashamed of himself, but he would not give in. In a horrid silence Mrs. Darling smelt the bowl. "O George," she said, "it's your medicine!"

"It was only a joke," he roared, while she comforted her boys, and Wendy hugged Nana. "Much good," he said bitterly, "my wearing myself to the bone trying to be funny in this house." And still Wendy hugged Nana. "That's right," he shouted. "Coddle her! Nobody coddles me. Oh dear no! I am only the breadwinner, why should I be coddled--why, why, why!" "George," Mrs. Darling entreated him, "not so loud; the servants will hear you." Somehow they had got into the way of calling Liza the servants. "Let them!" he answered recklessly. "Bring in the whole world. But I refuse to allow that dog to lord it in my nursery for an hour longer." The children wept, and Nana ran to him beseechingly, but he waved her back. He felt he was a strong man again. "In vain, in vain," he cried; "the proper place for you is the yard, and there you go to be tied up this instant." "George, George," Mrs. Darling whispered, "remember what I told you about that boy." Alas, he would not listen. He was determined to show who was master in that house, and when commands would not draw Nana from the kennel, he lured her out of it with honeyed words, and seizing her roughly, dragged her from the nursery. He was ashamed of himself, and yet he did it. It was all owing to his too affectionate nature, which craved for admiration. When he had tied her up in the back-yard, the wretched father went and sat in the passage, with his knuckles to his eyes. In the meantime Mrs. Darling had put the children to bed in unwonted silence and lit their night-lights. They could hear Nana barking, and John whimpered, "It is because he is chaining her up in the yard," but Wendy was wiser. "That is not Nana's unhappy bark," she said, little guessing what was about to happen; "that is her bark when she smells danger." Danger! "Are you sure, Wendy?" "Oh, yes."

Mrs. Darling quivered and went to the window. It was securely fastened. She looked out, and the night was peppered with stars. They were crowding round the house, as if curious to see what was to take place there, but she did not notice this, nor that one or two of the smaller ones winked at her. Yet a nameless fear clutched at her heart and made her cry, "Oh, how I wish that I wasn't going to a party to-night!" Even Michael, already half asleep, knew that she was perturbed, and he asked, "Can anything harm us, mother, after the nightlights are lit?" "Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children." She went from bed to bed singing enchantments over them, and little Michael flung his arms round her. "Mother," he cried, "I'm glad of you." They were the last words she was to hear from him for a long time. No. 27 was only a few yards distant, but there had been a slight fall of snow, and Father and Mother Darling picked their way over it deftly not to soil their shoes. They were already the only persons in the street, and all the stars were watching them. Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder. They are not really friendly to Peter, who had a mischievous way of stealing up behind them and trying to blow them out; but they are so fond of fun that they were on his side to-night, and anxious to get the grown-ups out of the way. So as soon as the door of 27 closed on Mr. and Mrs. Darling there was a commotion in the firmament, and the smallest of all the stars in the Milky Way screamed out: "Now, Peter!" Chapter 3 COME AWAY, COME AWAY! For a moment after Mr. and Mrs. Darling left the house the night-lights by the beds of the three children continued to burn clearly. They were awfully nice little night-lights, and one

no longer than your hand. but Wendy's light blinked and gave such a yawn that the other two yawned also. He had carried Tinker Bell part of the way. "Tinker Bell. and his hand was still messy with the fairy dust. would join like drops of water. [plump hourglass figure] A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars. If he thought at all. looking for Peter's shadow. it had been in all the drawers in the nursery. In a moment he had recovered his shadow. . There was another light in the room now. but if you were to hear it you would know that you had heard it once before. A shudder passed through Peter. and tell me. and liking it extremely. He tried to stick it on with soap from the bathroom. scattering their contents to the floor with both hands. after making sure that the children were asleep. and he sat on the floor and cried. but when it came to rest for a second you saw it was a fairy. but still growing. through which her figure could be seen to the best advantage. She was slightly inclined to EMBONPOINT. but that also failed. She meant the chest of drawers. and in the time we have taken to say this." he called softly. Tink said that the shadow was in the big box. and Peter dropped in. a thousand times brighter than the night-lights. cut low and square. "Tink. rummaged the wardrobe and turned every pocket inside out. and when they did not he was appalled. it was that he and his shadow. It was not really a light. "Oh. and Peter jumped at the drawers. as kings toss ha'pence to the crowd. and in his delight he forgot that he had shut Tinker Bell up in the drawer. do you know where they put my shadow?" The loveliest tinkle as of golden bells answered him. It was a girl called Tinker Bell exquisitely gowned in a skeleton leaf. when brought near each other. she had never been in a jug before.cannot help wishing that they could have kept awake to see Peter. where are you?" She was in a jug for the moment. it made this light by flashing about so quickly. You ordinary children can never hear it. but I don't believe he ever thought. do come out of that jug. It is the fairy language. and before they could close their mouths all the three went out.

. "No. "What's your name?" he asked. and she sat up in bed. and bowed beautifully to him from the bed." she replied with some satisfaction. She was much pleased. but it did seem a comparatively short name." Wendy said nicely. and he rose and bowed to her beautifully. She was not alarmed to see a stranger crying on the nursery floor. "What is your name?" "Peter Pan." Peter gulped. "It doesn't matter. He felt for the first time that it was a shortish name.His sobs woke Wendy. "why are you crying?" Peter could be exceeding polite also." "What a funny address!" Peter had a sinking. "and then straight on till morning. "Boy." she said courteously." he said rather sharply. it isn't. "Is that all?" "Yes." he said." said Wendy Moira Angela. "I'm so sorry. "is that what they put on the letters?" He wished she had not mentioned letters. she was only pleasantly interested. She asked where he lived." She was already sure that he must be Peter. For the first time he felt that perhaps it was a funny address. having learned the grand manner at fairy ceremonies." said Peter. "Second to the right. "Wendy Moira Angela Darling. "I mean. remembering that she was hostess.

"I daresay it will hurt a little. Wendy. though still a little creased." "No. was indifferent to appearances. "What's sewn?" he asked."Don't get any letters. I shan't cry. "I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Not only had he no mother. "But your mother gets letters?" "Don't have a mother. who was already of the opinion that he had never cried in his life." she warned him. though he was tall as herself. no wonder you were crying. felt at once that she was in the presence of a tragedy. "I shall sew it on for you. but he had not the slightest desire to have one. and sewed the shadow on to Peter's foot. and got out of bed and ran to him. and he was now ." she said." he said. but she could not help smiling when she saw that he had been trying to stick it on with soap. and she got out her housewife [sewing bag]. "How awful!" she said. "I wasn't crying about mothers. however. boylike. He thought them very over-rated persons. "It must be sewn on. "Oh. I wasn't crying." she said." "It has come off?" "Yes." she said. Besides. my little man. but Peter. looking so draggled. And he clenched his teeth and did not cry. I'm not. and she was frightfully sorry for Peter. "O Peter." he said contemptuously." Then Wendy saw the shadow on the floor. How exactly like a boy! Fortunately she knew at once what to do." Wendy said thoughtfully. "Perhaps I should have ironed it. and soon his shadow was behaving properly." said Peter." he said rather indignantly." But she was exulting in his ignorance. "You're dreadfully ignorant. just a little patronisingly.

and when this failed he sat on the end of the bed and tapped her gently with his foot. but Peter did not know what she meant. To induce her to look up he pretended to be going away. But for the moment Wendy was shocked." he replied stiffly. "Wendy." and she sat with him on the side of the bed. but he merely dropped an acorn button into her hand. I do. "Wendy." and she sprang in the most dignified way into bed and covered her face with the blankets." Peter said carelessly." she exclaimed. She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked. the cleverness of me!" It is humiliating to have to confess that this conceit of Peter was one of his most fascinating qualities. "shall I give you a kiss?" and she replied with a slight primness. "I shall know when you give it to me. and she peeped out of the bed-clothes. with frightful sarcasm.jumping about in the wildest glee. aghast. "Surely you know what a kiss is?" she asked." he continued." he said. in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist." she declared. "if I am no use I can at least withdraw. when I'm pleased with myself. and not to hurt his feeling she gave him a thimble. Peter?" "Yes. he had already forgotten that he owed his bliss to Wendy. and continued to dance. though there were not very many inches. "and I'll get up again. "don't withdraw. "A little!" she replied with hauteur [pride]. He thought he had attached the shadow himself. "You conceit [braggart]." "I think it's perfectly sweet of you." She made herself rather cheap by inclining her face toward him. "Do you really think so. "Wendy." Still she would not look up. "of course I did nothing!" "You did a little. and he held out his hand expectantly. "Now. Alas." Now Wendy was every inch a woman. "If you please. To put it with brutal frankness. so she slowly returned her face to ." said he. I can't help crowing. there never was a cockier boy. Wendy. one girl is more use than twenty boys. "How clever I am!" he crowed rapturously. though she was listening eagerly. "oh.

he liked them on the whole. "there ought to be one fairy for every boy and girl. but it was really because he knew fairies. It was lucky that she did put it on that chain. who always liked to do the correct thing. "talking about what I was to be when I became a man. "but I am quite young. "You see. and she indicated in the charming drawing-room manner. I ran away the day I was born. and he told her about the beginning of fairies." He was extraordinarily agitated now." Wendy was quite surprised. So I ran away to Kensington Gardens and lived a long long time among the fairies. `I don't believe in fairies. its laugh broke into a thousand pieces. it was like an examination paper that asks grammar. You see children know such a lot now. when what you want to be asked is Kings of England. Wendy. and that was the beginning of fairies." . When people in our set are introduced. "I want always to be a little boy and to have fun. but he said at a venture." he explained in a low voice. he had merely suspicions.' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead. "And so. asked Peter how old he was." he replied uneasily. for they were rather a nuisance to him. and so Wendy." he said with passion. for it was afterwards to save her life. that he could sit nearer her. and every time a child says. She poured out questions about them." Tedious talk this. when the first baby laughed for the first time. and indeed he sometimes had to give them a hiding [spanking]. to his surprise." He really knew nothing about it. but being a stay-at-home she liked it." "Ought to be? Isn't there?" "No.where it had been before. but interested. and said nicely that she would wear his kiss on the chain around her neck. Wendy had lived such a home life that to know fairies struck her as quite delightful. "I don't know. they soon don't believe in fairies. getting in his way and so on. by a touch on her night-gown." She gave him a look of the most intense admiration. it is customary for them to ask each other's age. Still. and they all went skipping about. and he thought it was because he had run away. "Wendy. "It was because I heard father and mother. "I don't want ever to be a man." he went on good-naturedly. It was not really a happy question to ask him.

do you?" and they both listened. "is like a tinkle of bells. "You don't hear her. He had his first laugh still. and he called Tink by name. though Tink's face was still distorted with passion. "Peter. and she flew about the nursery screaming with fury." Tinker Bell answered insolently. "O Peter. "I can't think where she has gone to. that's the fairy language. "Wendy. "Of course I'm very sorry. "if she would only stand still and let me see her!" "They hardly ever stand still. "She is not very polite. "O the lovely!" she cried. Peter?" He had to translate." he said. "You shouldn't say such things." he said. and Peter made a merry face. clutching him. but for one moment Wendy saw the romantic figure come to rest on the cuckoo clock. "I do believe I shut her up in the drawer!" He let poor Tink out of the drawer. "The only sound I hear. "What does she say. he thought they had now talked enough about fairies." she cried. rising. She says you ." said Wendy." The sound come from the chest of drawers. No one could ever look quite so merry as Peter." she cried." Peter retorted. "Tink. "you don't mean to tell me that there is a fairy in this room!" "She was here just now." he whispered gleefully. and the loveliest of gurgles was his laugh." he said a little impatiently. "this lady says she wishes you were her fairy. and it struck him that Tinker Bell was keeping very quiet. I think I hear her too." "Well." said Peter amiably. Wendy's heart went flutter with a sudden thrill.Really. but how could I know you were in the drawer?" Wendy was not listening to him. that's Tink.

are a great [huge] ugly girl, and that she is my fairy." He tried to argue with Tink. "You know you can't be my fairy, Tink, because I am an gentleman and you are a lady." To this Tink replied in these words, "You silly ass," and disappeared into the bathroom. "She is quite a common fairy," Peter explained apologetically, "she is called Tinker Bell because she mends the pots and kettles [tinker = tin worker]." [Similar to "cinder" plus "elle" to get Cinderella] They were together in the armchair by this time, and Wendy plied him with more questions. "If you don't live in Kensington Gardens now -- " "Sometimes I do still." "But where do you live mostly now?" "With the lost boys." "Who are they?" "They are the children who fall out of their perambulators when the nurse is looking the other way. If they are not claimed in seven days they are sent far away to the Neverland to defray expenses. I'm captain." "What fun it must be!" "Yes," said cunning Peter, "but we are rather lonely. You see we have no female companionship." "Are none of the others girls?" "Oh, no; girls, you know, are much too clever to fall out of their prams." This flattered Wendy immensely. "I think," she said, "it is perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls; John there just despises us." For reply Peter rose and kicked John out of bed, blankets and all; one kick. This seemed to Wendy rather forward for a first meeting, and she told him with spirit that he was not captain in her house. However, John continued to sleep so placidly on the floor that she allowed him to remain there. "And I know you meant

to be kind," she said, relenting, "so you may give me a kiss." For the moment she had forgotten his ignorance about kisses. "I thought you would want it back," he said a little bitterly, and offered to return her the thimble. "Oh dear," said the nice Wendy, "I don't mean a kiss, I mean a thimble." "What's that?" "It's like this." She kissed him. "Funny!" said Peter gravely. "Now shall I give you a thimble?" "If you wish to," said Wendy, keeping her head erect this time. Peter thimbled her, and almost immediately she screeched. "What is it, Wendy?" "It was exactly as if someone were pulling my hair." "That must have been Tink. I never knew her so naughty before." And indeed Tink was darting about again, using offensive language. "She says she will do that to you, Wendy, every time I give you a thimble." "But why?" "Why, Tink?" Again Tink replied, "You silly ass." Peter could not understand why, but Wendy understood, and she was just slightly disappointed when he admitted that he came to the nursery window not to see her but to listen to stories. "You see, I don't know any stories. None of the lost boys knows any stories." "How perfectly awful," Wendy said. "Do you know," Peter asked "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories. O Wendy, your mother was telling you such a lovely story."

"Which story was it?" "About the prince who couldn't find the lady who wore the glass slipper." "Peter," said Wendy excitedly, "that was Cinderella, and he found her, and they lived happily ever after." Peter was so glad that he rose from the floor, where they had been sitting, and hurried to the window. "Where are you going?" she cried with misgiving. "To tell the other boys." "Don't go Peter," she entreated, "I know such lots of stories." Those were her precise words, so there can be no denying that it was she who first tempted him. He came back, and there was a greedy look in his eyes now which ought to have alarmed her, but did not. "Oh, the stories I could tell to the boys!" she cried, and then Peter gripped her and began to draw her toward the window. "Let me go!" she ordered him. "Wendy, do come with me and tell the other boys." Of course she was very pleased to be asked, but she said, "Oh dear, I can't. Think of mummy! Besides, I can't fly." "I'll teach you." "Oh, how lovely to fly." "I'll teach you how to jump on the wind's back, and then away we go." "Oo!" she exclaimed rapturously. "Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars." "Oo!"

and make pockets for us."And. It was her silence they had heard. "Peter. but Peter suddenly signed silence. All was as still as salt. None of us has any pockets. "Out with the light! Hide! Quick!" cried John. "And you could darn our clothes." she cried." "Mermaids! With tails?" "Such long tails." he said." and her arms went out to him. But he had no pity for her. It was quite as if she were trying to remain on the nursery floor." How could she resist. And thus when Liza entered. "Wendy. "you could tuck us in at night." he said. taking command for the only time throughout the whole adventure. No." he said. who had been barking distressfully all the evening. "I am up!" Michael was up by this time also. "Wendy. Then everything was right. the sly one. "how we should all respect you. "Then I shall get up. would you teach John and Michael to fly too?" "If you like. was quiet now. Of course he was on the floor already. "Peter Pan has come and he is to teach us to fly. Nana. the nursery seemed quite its old . and she ran to John and Michael and shook them." he said. looking as sharp as a knife with six blades and a saw. "Hallo." "Oh. holding Nana. "Of course it's awfully fascinating!" she cried." She was wriggling her body in distress." John rubbed his eyes. Their faces assumed the awful craftiness of children listening for sounds from the grown-up world. Wendy." cried Wendy. "Wake up. there are mermaids." "Oo. "to see a mermaid!" He had become frightfully cunning." "Oo!" "None of us has ever been tucked in at night. stop! Everything was wrong." he said indifferently.

but do you think Nana ceased to bark? Bring master and missus home from the party! Why. She thought the best way of getting a little quiet was to take Nana to the nursery for a moment. and she tried to drag herself out of Liza's clutches." Here Michael." She tied the unhappy dog up again. she said sternly. emerging from his hidingplace. seeing that no help would come from her. by Nana's absurd suspicions." John announced. aren't they? Every one of the little angels sound asleep in bed. They were really doing it artfully from behind the window curtains. Liza was in a bad tamper. and you would have sworn you heard its three wicked inmates breathing angelically as they slept. and had been drawn from them. and without a good-bye to their hostess they rushed into the street. not sorry that Nana was in disgrace. oh. . Peter. and Peter Pan can do a great deal in ten minutes. "There. "No more of it. with a raisin still on her cheek." she said. "I warn you if go straight for master and missus and bring party. But it was now ten minutes since three scoundrels had been breathing behind the curtains. breathed so loudly that they were nearly detected. "I say. can you really fly?" Instead of troubling to answer him Peter flew around the room. won't master whip you. her most expressive way of making a communication. you suspicious brute. Mr. "It's all right. and Mrs. encouraged by his success. for she was mixing the Christmas puddings in the kitchen. In another moment she had burst into the diningroom of 27 and flung up her paws to heaven.self. and Nana. Do you think she cared whether she was whipped so long as her charges were safe? Unfortunately Liza returned to her puddings. strained and strained at the chain until at last she broke it. and then. very dark. We now return to the nursery. Darling knew at once that something terrible was happening in their nursery. bark again I shall them home from the just. taking the mantelpiece on the way. that was just what she wanted. "They are perfectly safe." pulling her out of the room. Nana knew that kind of breathing. Listen to their gentle breathing. but in custody of course. But Liza was dense. Nana.

"How topping!" said John and Michael. "How sweet!" cried Wendy. "Yes, I'm sweet, oh, I am sweet!" said Peter, forgetting his manners again. It looked delightfully easy, and they tried it first from the floor and then from the beds, but they always went down instead of up. "I say, how do you do it?" asked John, rubbing his knee. He was quite a practical boy. "You just think lovely wonderful thoughts," Peter explained, "and they lift you up in the air." He showed them again. "You're so nippy at it," John said, "couldn't you do it very slowly once?" Peter did it both slowly and quickly. "I've got it now, Wendy!" cried John, but soon he found he had not. Not one of them could fly an inch, though even Michael was in words of two syllables, and Peter did not know A from Z. Of course Peter had been trifling with them, for no one can fly unless the fairy dust has been blown on him. Fortunately, as we have mentioned, one of his hands was messy with it, and he blew some on each of them, with the most superb results. "Now just wiggle your shoulders this way," he said, "and let go." They were all on their beds, and gallant Michael let go first. He did not quite mean to let go, but he did it, and immediately he was borne across the room. "I flewed!" he screamed while still in mid-air. John let go and met Wendy near the bathroom. "Oh, lovely!" "Oh, ripping!" "Look at me!"

"Look at me!" "Look at me!" They were not nearly so elegant as Peter, they could not help kicking a little, but their heads were bobbing against the ceiling, and there is almost nothing so delicious as that. Peter gave Wendy a hand at first, but had to desist, Tink was so indignant. Up and down they went, and round and round. Heavenly was Wendy's word. "I say," cried John, "why shouldn't we all go out?" Of course it was to this that Peter had been luring them. Michael was ready: he wanted to see how long it took him to do a billion miles. But Wendy hesitated. "Mermaids!" said Peter again. "Oo!" "And there are pirates." "Pirates," cried John, seizing his Sunday hat, "let us go at once." It was just at this moment that Mr. and Mrs. Darling hurried with Nana out of 27. They ran into the middle of the street to look up at the nursery window; and, yes, it was still shut, but the room was ablaze with light, and most heart-gripping sight of all, they could see in shadow on the curtain three little figures in night attire circling round and round, not on the floor but in the air. Not three figures, four! In a tremble they opened the street door. Mr. Darling would have rushed upstairs, but Mrs. Darling signed him to go softly. She even tried to make her heart go softly. Will they reach the nursery in time? If so, how delightful for them, and we shall all breathe a sigh of relief, but there will be no story. On the other hand, if they are not in time, I solemnly promise that it will all come right in the end.

They would have reached the nursery in time had it not been that the little stars were watching them. Once again the stars blew the window open, and that smallest star of all called out: "Cave, Peter!" Then Peter knew that there was not a moment to lose. "Come," he cried imperiously, and soared out at once into the night, followed by John and Michael and Wendy. Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown. Chapter 4 THE FLIGHT "Second to the right, and straight on till morning." That, Peter had told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland; but even birds, carrying maps and consulting them at windy corners, could not have sighted it with these instructions. Peter, you see, just said anything that came into his head. At first his companions trusted him implicitly, and so great were the delights of flying that they wasted time circling round church spires or any other tall objects on the way that took their fancy. John and Michael raced, Michael getting a start. They recalled with contempt that not so long ago they had thought themselves fine fellows for being able to fly round a room. Not long ago. But how long ago? They were flying over the sea before this thought began to disturb Wendy seriously. John thought it was their second sea and their third night. Sometimes it was dark and sometimes light, and now they were very cold and again too warm. Did they really feel hungry at times, or were they merely pretending, because Peter had such a jolly new way of feeding them? His way was to pursue birds who had food in their mouths suitable for humans and snatch it from

but this was. "Do be more polite to him. just as in the street you may run your finger along an iron railing. we could go on." Wendy impressed on her brothers." Michael said. and catch Michael just before he could strike the sea. so perhaps it was rather like showing off. they were sleepy. looking with horror at the cruel sea far below." Wendy whispered to John. Also he was fond of variety. Eventually Peter would dive through the air. then. "There he goes again!" he would cry gleefully. and it was lovely the way he did it. They could not follow him in this with much success. Peter would fly close to the water and touch each shark's tail in passing. and that was a danger.them. When playing Follow my Leader." "Then tell him to stop showing off. and they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles. and you felt it was his cleverness that interested him and not the saving of human life. nor even that there are other ways. But Wendy noticed with gentle concern that Peter did not seem to know that this was rather an odd way of getting your bread and butter. "You must be nice to him. especially as he kept looking behind to see how many tails they missed. for the moment they popped off. . because he was so light that if you got behind him and blew he went faster. down they fell." said John. parting at last with mutual expressions of good-will. The awful thing was that Peter thought this funny. partly at least. "What could we do if he were to leave us!" "We could go back. "Save him. as Michael suddenly dropped like a stone. then the birds would follow and snatch it back." said John. and the sport that engrossed him one moment would suddenly cease to engage him. by merely lying on his back and floating. when they were playing "Follow my Leader. "How could we ever find our way back without him?" "Well. He could sleep in the air without falling. save him!" cried Wendy. Certainly they did not pretend to be sleepy. but he always waited till the last moment. so there was always the possibility that the next time you fell he would let you go.

"I'm Wendy. but if they saw a cloud in front of them. but he had already forgotten what it was. "And if he forgets them so quickly."That is the awful thing. just keep on saying `I'm . If Nana had been with them. for the world was round. at least not well. They could now fly strongly." This was true." Wendy argued. John said that if the worst came to the worst. the more certainly did they bump into it. see how we bump against clouds and things if he is not near to give us a hand. or he would come up with mermaid scales still sticking to him. the more they tried to avoid it. to have some adventure in which they had no share." he whispered to her. "And even though we became good a picking up food. and so in time they must come back to their own window. and they felt rather lonely up there by themselves. and yet not be able to say for certain what had been happening. she would have had a bandage round Michael's forehead by this time. Peter had forgotten to show them how to stop. John. He was very sorry." Wendy reminded him. It was really rather irritating to children who had never seen a mermaid. He would come down laughing over something fearfully funny he had been saying to a star. Wendy. sometimes when he returned he did not remember them. Peter was not with them for the moment. Wendy was sure of it." Indeed they were constantly bumping. though they still kicked far too much. "I say. She saw recognition come into his eyes as he was about to pass them the time of day and go on. all they had to do was to go straight on. once even she had to call him by name." she said agitatedly. He could go so much faster than they that he would suddenly shoot out of sight. for we don't know how to stop. "always if you see me forgetting you." "After the twentieth try. "And who is to get food for us. "how can we expect that he will go on remembering us?" Indeed. John?" "I nipped a bit out of that eagle's mouth pretty neatly. We should have to go on. Wendy.

"We get off here. they drew near the Neverland." "I say. but Peter tired quickly of sleeping. they had been going pretty straight all the time. It is only thus that any one may sight those magic shores." Indeed a million golden arrows were pointing it out to the children. "Where. Michael. but as a familiar friend to whom they were returning home for the holidays. John. and this was such a pleasant change that they tried it several times and found that they could sleep thus with security. who wanted them to be sure of their way before leaving them for the night. However. for after many moons they did reach it." said Peter calmly. but on the whole rollicking." "Wendy. Indeed they would have slept longer. and soon he would cry in his captain voice. look at the turtles burying their eggs in the sand. and. with her sides stove in!" "No. they all recognized it at once. where?" "Where all the arrows are pointing.' and then I'll remember. Wendy. Strange to say. Why. Wendy and John and Michael stood on tip-toe in the air to get their first sight of the island. I see your flamingo with the broken leg!" "Look. to make amends he showed them how to lie out flat on a strong wind that was going their way. not perhaps so much owing to the guidance of Peter or Tink as because the island was looking for them. all directed by their friend the sun. we burned your boat. there's your cave!" "John. there's the lagoon." Of course this was rather unsatisfactory. I do believe that's your little whelp!" "There's my boat. not as something long dreamt of and seen at last. John. "There it is. and until fear fell upon them they hailed it. "John. what's that in the brushwood?" "It's a wolf with her whelps. what is more. it isn't." So with occasional tiffs.Wendy." .

and I'll tell you by the way smoke curls whether they are on the war-path. listening intently. I see the smoke of the redskin camp!" "Where? Show me. but if he wanted to lord it over them his triumph was at hand. Sometimes he poised himself in the air. Sometimes they hung in the air until Peter had beaten on it with his fists. leaving the island in gloom. You even liked Nana to say that this was just the mantelpiece over here. I say. and there were no night-lights. black shadows moved about in them. In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Nothing horrid was visible in the air. you lost the certainty that you would win. but now he wakened her and sent her on in front. just across the Mysterious River. They were now over the fearsome island. yet their progress had become slow and laboured. His careless manner had gone at last. and a tingle went through them every time they touched his body. and it was getting darker every moment. John. exactly as if they were pushing their way through hostile forces. with his hand to his ear. Yes." "I see now. but it was real now. his eyes were sparkling. and again he would stare down with eyes so . they are on the war-path right enough. for have I not told you that anon fear fell upon them? It came as the arrows went." Peter was a little annoyed with them for knowing so much. Tinker Bell had been asleep on his shoulder." "There. "Who are they?" Wendy whispered."That's her. You were quite glad that the night-lights were on. flying so low that sometimes a tree grazed their feet. shuddering. at any rate. but they huddled close to Peter now. and above all. and where was Nana? They had been flying apart. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread. the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now." he explained. and that the Neverland was all make-believe. Of course the Neverland had been make-believe in those days. "They don't want us to land. But he could not or would not say.

a little huskily. and even John could speak in gulps only. He is the only man of whom Barbecue was afraid. "Would you like an adventure now." John whispered huskily. "he were to wake up." John said "How ripping. "He is the worst of them all." John said after a long pause. for they knew Hook's reputation. and Peter said he had never known so many. but the braver John hesitated." John said. we'll go down and kill him." Peter told him. "Jas." but decided to have tea first. and Michael pressed her hand in gratitude. "He was Blackbeard's bo'sun.bright that they seemed to bore two holes to earth. "You don't think I would kill him while he was sleeping! I would wake him first. Hook?" "Ay." "I don't see him." "Suppose." . "What kind of adventure?" he asked cautiously. he went on again." Then indeed Michael began to cry. and then kill him. and his face became very stern as he said that hated word. "If you like." answered Peter. He asked if there were many pirates on the island just now." he said casually to John." Peter spoke indignantly." "I say! Do you kill many?" "Tons. "I do. "There's a pirate asleep in the pampas just beneath us. "Who is captain now?" "Hook. His courage was almost appalling. "or would you like to have your tea first?" Wendy said "tea first" quickly. Having done these things. That's the way I always do.

"That's him. sir." Peter continued." "You!" "Yes." "Claws!" "I say. all right. "that every boy who serves under me has to promise." said Peter sharply. me. and so must you. I say. ay. what bit?" "His right hand. "It is this. can't he just!" "Left-hander?" "He has an iron hook instead of a right hand. "Yes." "There is one thing." "Oh." "Say." John paled. sir. `Ay. "What is he like? Is he big?" "He is not so big as he was. if we meet Hook in open fight." "Then he can't fight now?" "Oh. ay.'" "Ay. you must leave him ." "But. John. and he claws with it." said Peter. "I wasn't meaning to be disrespectful." "How do you mean?" "I cut off a bit of him." said Peter.

" "She can't put it out. Unfortunately she could not fly so slowly as they. Peter. It is the only other thing fairies can't do. and if they guess we are near it they are sure to let fly." John almost ordered." growled John." the three cried simultaneously. same as the stars." John said loyally. "that the pirates sighted us before the darkness came. For the moment they were feeling less eerie." Wendy begged. and something gave Peter a loving little pinch." he said. "She tells me." "The big gun?" "Yes. "and she is rather frightened." "I promise." "Seems to me. "these are the only two things worth doing." he replied stiffly. until Peter pointed out the drawbacks. That is about the only thing fairies can't do. "She can't sleep except when she's sleepy. because Tink was flying with them. Wendy quite liked it." . and got Long Tom me. You don't think I would send her away all by herself when she is frightened!" For a moment the circle of light was broken. but he refused. and in her light they could distinguish each other. and so she had to go round and round them in a circle in which they moved as in a halo. "She thinks we have lost the way." "Then tell her to sleep at once. And of course they must see her light. It just goes out of itself when she falls asleep. "Then tell her. "to put out her light." "Wendy!" "John!" "Michael!" "Tell her to go away at once.

as we shall see. because John said it struck against his knee as he flew. where are they?" Thus sharply did the terrified three learn the difference between an island of make-believe and the same island come true. the air was rent by the most tremendous crash he had ever heard. He had a happy idea. Even these noises ceased." However. "I haven't tried [myself out] yet. broken once by a distant lapping. The roar of it echoed through the mountains." Peter said. To Michael the loneliness was dreadful. and this. led to mischief. We know now that no one had been hit. Presently Wendy took the hat. "Where are they. and they flew on in silence. When at last the heavens were steady again. they had set off in such a hurry that there was not a pocket between the four of them. which Peter explained was the wild beasts drinking at the ford. John and Michael found themselves alone in the darkness. and Michael without knowing how to float was floating. As if in answer to his request. In the black topper the light was completely hidden. The pirates had fired Long Tom at them. John carried it. It was the stillest silence they had ever known. for Tinker Bell hated to be under an obligation to Wendy. and the echoes seemed to cry savagely. but not a loving one. however." Michael whispered back. had been carried by the wind of the shot far out to sea. where are they. John was treading the air mechanically. though she had hoped to be carried by Peter.Here he got a pinch. and again by a rasping sound that might have been the branches of trees rubbing together. "If only one of us had a pocket. while Wendy was . John's hat! Tink agreed to travel by hat if it was carried in the hand. but he said it was the redskins sharpening their knives. "If only something would make a sound!" he cried. "we could carry her in it. "Are you shot?" John whispered tremulously. Peter.

on the other hand. and all will be well. only it must be a complete change. Tink was not all bad. however. The fairies take an hour longer in the morning. but she at once popped out of the hat and began to lure Wendy to her destruction. We ought to use the pluperfect and say wakened. In his absence things are usually quiet on the island. but it sounded kind. because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. Chapter 5 THE ISLAND COME TRUE Feeling that Peter was on his way back. plainly meaning "Follow me. and I believe some of it was bad words. On this evening the chief forces of the island were disposed as follows. the beasts attend to their young. What she said in her lovely tinkle Wendy could not of course understand. It would have been well for Wendy if at that moment she had dropped the hat. they are under way again: if you put your ear to the ground now. the redskins feed heavily for six days and nights. she followed Tink to her doom. who hates lethargy. sometimes she was all good. rather. she was all bad just now. but woke is better and was always used by Peter. But with the coming of Peter. And so. and got only mocking echoes in reply." What else could poor Wendy do? She called to Peter and John and Michael. She did not yet know that Tink hated her with the fierce hatred of a very woman. Fairies have to be one thing or the other. but. or. you would hear the whole island seething with life. allowed to change.blown upwards with no companion but Tinker Bell. or whether she had planned it on the way. the redskins were out looking . The lost boys were out looking for Peter. and when pirates and lost boys meet they merely bite their thumbs at each other. bewildered. and she flew back and forward. the Neverland had again woke into life. They are. I don't know whether the idea came suddenly to Tink. the pirates were out looking for the lost boys. At present she was full of jealousy of Wendy. and now staggering in her flight.

Next comes Nibs. followed by Slightly. biting his knuckles. but instead of souring his nature had sweetened it. [a person who gets in pickles-predicaments] and so often has he had to deliver up his person when Peter said sternly. who cannot be described because we should be sure to be describing the wrong . not the least brave but the most unfortunate of all that gallant band." that now at the command he stands forth automatically whether he has done it or not. but to-night were out to greet their captain. who is bent on mischief this night is looking for a tool [for doing her mischief]. and she thinks you are the most easily tricked of the boys. so that he was quite the humblest of the boys. who liked it as a rule. He thinks he remembers the days before he was lost. who cuts whistles out of the trees and dances ecstatically to his own tunes.for the pirates. They are forbidden by Peter to look in the least like him. according as they get killed and so on. Last come the Twins. and they wear the skins of the bears slain by themselves. he is a pickle. They were going round and round the island. the gay and debonair. They have therefore become very sure-footed. and he passes by. and this has given his nose an offensive tilt. All wanted blood except the boys. Peter thins them out. of course. and the beasts were out looking for the redskins. Curly is fourth. all would be quiet. each with his hand on his dagger. with their manners and customs. Poor kind Tootles. Take care lest an adventure is now offered you. which is against the rules. and then when he returned the others would be sweeping up the blood. Tootles. because the big things constantly happened just when he had stepped round the corner. which. Would that he could hear us. "Stand forth the one who did this thing. counting the twins as two. 'Ware Tinker Bell. but they did not meet because all were going at the same rate. He had been in fewer adventures than any of them. in which they are so round and furry that when they fall they roll. This ill-luck had given a gentle melancholy to his countenance. the fairy Tink. The boys on the island vary. but at this time there were six of them. The first to pass is Tootles. Slightly is the most conceited of the boys. if accepted. will plunge you in deepest woe. he would take the opportunity of going off to gather a few sticks for firewood. there is danger in the air for you to-night. and when they seem to be growing up. but we are not really on the island. Let us pretend to lie here among the sugar-cane and watch them as they steal by in single file. in numbers.

but not a long pause. without offence. A-pirating we go. whose hands were fixed on backwards. his great arms bare. said to be Black Murphy's brother (but this was never proved). Here is Bill Jukes. who cut his name in letters of blood on the back of the governor of the prison at Gao. every inch of him tattooed. and it is always the same dreadful song: "Avast belay. of whom it is said he was the only man that the Sea-Cook feared. once an usher in a public school and still dainty in his ways of killing. The boys vanish in the gloom. and after a pause. and his band were not allowed to know anything he did not know. and as dogs they obeyed him. And if we're parted by a shot We're sure to meet below!" A more villainous-looking lot never hung in a row on Execution dock. pieces of eight in his ears as ornaments. and Skylights (Morgan's Skylights). is the handsome Italian Cecco. and was the only Non-conformist in Hook's and Noodler. so to speak. and instead of a right hand he had the iron hook with which ever and anon he encouraged them to increase their pace. and Robt. He lay at his ease in a rough chariot drawn and propelled by his men. and gave a . Hook. That gigantic black behind him has had many names since he dropped the one with which dusky mothers still terrify their children on the banks of the Guadjo-mo. and the Irish bo'sun Smee. a little in advance. and did their best to give satisfaction by keeping close together in an apologetic sort of way. the blackest and largest in that dark setting. the same Bill Jukes who got six dozen on the WALRUS from Flint before he would drop the bag of moidores [Portuguese gold pieces]. reclined James Hook. yo ho. and his hair was dressed in long curls. or as he wrote himself. and Gentleman Starkey. In the midst of them. Mullins and Alf Mason and many another ruffian long known and feared on the Spanish Main. which at a little distance looked like black candles. We hear them before they are seen. In person he was cadaverous [dead looking] and blackavized [dark faced]. and Cookson. so these two were always vague about themselves. ever and again with his head to the ground listening. for things go briskly on the island. As dogs this terrible man treated and addressed them. Jas. an oddly genial man who stabbed. heave to. come the pirates on their track. Peter never quite knew what twins were. Here.

there is a tearing sound and one screech. stealing noiselessly down the warpath. which is probably the truest test of breeding. at which time two red spots appeared in them and lit them up horribly. no less than the distinction of his demeanour. He was never more sinister than when he was most polite. is Great Big Little Panther. proudly erect. a princess in her own right. Let us now kill a pirate. showed him one of a different cast from his crew. She is the most beautiful of dusky Dianas [Diana = goddess of the woods] and the belle of the Piccaninnies. of boys as well as of pirates. A man of indomitable courage. Which will win? On the trail of the pirates. and their naked bodies gleam with paint and oil. and the pirates pass on. on all fours. come the redskins. having heard it said in some earlier period of his career that he bore a strange resemblance to the ill-fated Stuarts. save when he was plunging his hook into you. the place of greatest danger. and of a profound melancholy. He has not even taken the cigars from his mouth. In dress he somewhat aped the attire associated with the name of Charles II. In the van.singularly threatening expression to his handsome countenance. to show Hook's method. and the elegance of his diction. every one of them with his eyes peeled. but she staves off the altar with a hatchet. which is no t visible to inexperienced eyes. and not to be confused with the softer-hearted Delawares or the Hurons. They carry tomahawks and knives. even when he was swearing. The only sound to be heard . it was said that the only thing he shied at was the sight of his own blood. Bringing up the rear. But undoubtedly the grimmest part of him was his iron claw. and in his mouth he had a holder of his own contrivance which enabled him to smoke two cigars at once. In manner. there is not a brave who would not have the wayward thing to wife. coquettish [flirting]. Observe how they pass over fallen twigs without making the slightest noise. so that he even ripped you up with an air. which was thick and of an unusual colour. a brave of so many scalps that in his present position they somewhat impede his progress. Skylights lurches clumsily against him. for these are the Piccaninny tribe. then the body is kicked aside. the hook shoots forth. something of the grand seigneur still clung to him. As they pass. Strung around them are scalps. cold and amorous [loving] by turns. ruffling his lace collar. comes Tiger Lily. Such is the terrible man against whom Peter Pan is pitted. and I have been told that he was a RACONTEUR [storyteller] of repute. Skylights will do. His eyes were of the blue of the forget-me-not.

however. Their tongues are hanging their somewhat heavy breathing. comes the last figure of all. Then quickly they will be on top of each other. in the tone that prevented his being a general favourite. "is that she often said to my father. They flung themselves down on the sward [turf]. all the man-eaters. but I should just . The crocodile passes. "All I remember about my mother. but perhaps some distant sound disturbed him. it constitutes their chief danger. live cheek by jowl on the favoured island. for every kind of beast. It was only in Peter's absence that they could speak of mothers. but none suspects that the danger may be creeping up from behind. a gigantic crocodile. but soon the boys appear again. The redskins disappear as they have come like shadows. though in height and still more in breadth they were all larger than their captain. and Tootles was confident that his mother must have been very like her. and soon their place is taken by the beasts. The fact is that they are all a little fat just now after the heavy gorging. For the moment." Nibs told them. they are hungry to-night. but in time they will work this off." every one of them said nervously." They talked of Cinderella. This shows how real the island was. close to their underground home. the subject being forbidden by him as silly. "I do wish Peter would come back. for he added hastily. a great and motley procession: lions. and tell us whether he has heard anything more about Cinderella. tigers. All are keeping a sharp look-out in front. for the procession must continue indefinitely until one of the parties stops or changes its pace. "but I wish he would come back. We shall see for whom she is looking presently. and the innumerable smaller savage things that flee from them. more particularly. and." Slightly said. bears. `Oh. The first to fall out of the moving circle was the boys. how I wish I had a cheque-book of my own!' I don't know what a cheque-book is. "I am the only one who is not afraid of the pirates. When they have passed.

yo ho. for which Hook has been searching in vain these many moons. and at once his pistol flashed out. "and tickle him with Johnny Corkscrew?" Smee had pleasant names for everything. But how have they reached it? for there is no entrance to be seen. Captain.but where are they? They are no longer there. Look closely. With the exception of Nibs. but they heard it. "Put back that pistol first. however. would have heard nothing. and you may note that there are here seven large trees. Now for the first time we hear the voice of Hook." it said threateningly. A merry hour. But an iron claw gripped his shoulder. who has darted away to reconnoitre [look around]. and it was the grim song: "Yo ho. And hey for Davy Jones. and his cutlass was Johnny Corkscrew. Rabbits could not have disappeared more quickly." asked pathetic Smee. You or I. which if rolled to give my mother one. The flag o' skull and bones. I will tell you where they are. the quick eye of Starkey sighted Nibs disappearing through the wood." While they talked they heard a distant sound." "Ay. each with a hole in its hollow trunk as large as a boy. These are the seven entrances to the home under the ground." At once the lost boys -. would disclose the mouth of a cave. they are already in their home under the ground. because he wiggled it in the wound. a very delightful residence of which we shall see a good deal presently. let go!" he cried. I could have shot him dead. Will he find it tonight? As the pirates advanced. Do you want to lose your scalp?" "Shall I after him. not so much as a large stone. and the sound would have brought Tiger Lily's redskins upon us. "It was one of those boys you hate. not being wild things of the woods. writhing. One could mention many lovable traits . a hempen rope. It was a black voice. "Captain. the pirate life.

Smee." "In a way. perhaps it was because of the soft beauty of the evening." "I want no such compliments. 'Twas he cut off my arm. after killing. "I want Peter Pan. but there came over him a desire to confide to his faithful bo'sun the story of his life. Scatter and look for them." and he cast a look of pride upon his iron hand and one of scorn upon the other. it was his spectacles he wiped instead of his weapon. Peter Pan." said Smee. "Most of all. "Peter flung my arm. "noticed your strange dread of crocodiles. and in a moment their Captain and Smee were alone." "Ay. He spoke long and earnestly." he reminded Hook. me ever since." The pirates disappeared among the trees. who was rather stupid. and I want to mischief all the seven. did not know in the least. "Not now." He brandished the hook threateningly. "Johnny's a silent fellow." He lowered his Smee. wincing." Hook was saying passionately." . Hook heaved a heavy sigh. Anon [later] he caught the word Peter. I'll tear him!" "And yet." the captain answered." he Smee." Hook said darkly." Hook barked petulantly. that it has followed from land to land." "I have often. "He is only one. "It liked my arm so much. "I have often heard you say that hook was worth a score of hands. "I've waited long to shake his hand with this." said Smee." "Not of crocodiles. Then again he frowned." said Smee. "if I was a mother I would pray to have my children born with this instead of that. "to a crocodile that happened to be passing by. "it's sort of a compliment. licking corrected him. for combing the hair and other homely uses. "but of that one voice. and I know not why it was. Oh. "I want their captain. For instance." Hook crocodile. but what it was all about Smee. who first gave the brute its taste for me. from sea to sea and its lips for the rest of me.

for so safe did the boys feel in their hiding-place that they were gaily chattering. "the clock will run down. "Odds bobs. playing with the mermaids. There can be but one room below. The silly moles had not the sense to see that they did not need a door apiece." he said. which was of a size and solidity unknown on the mainland. They looked around them and noted the holes in the seven trees. they don't know how dangerous 'tis to eat rich damp . "Unrip your plan. for there is but one chimney. "that crocodile would have had me before this. "Ay. and then replaced the mushroom. There came also children's voices. "Some day. smoke began at once to ascend. they tried to pull it up." Hook wetted his dry lips." They examined the mushroom. but in a hollow way." Hook replied slowly through his teeth. "Did you hear them say Peter Pan's from home?" Smee whispered. and it came away at once in their hands. He stood for a long time lost in thought. Hook nodded. The pirates listened grimly. They had indeed discovered the chimney of the home under the ground. These boys are always swimming about there. It was the custom of the boys to stop it with a mushroom when enemies were in the neighbourhood. "A chimney!" they both exclaimed." he said huskily." he cried eagerly. but by a lucky chance it swallowed a clock which goes tick tick inside it." He laughed. "that's the fear that haunts me. The pirates looked at each other." said Smee. Smee had been waiting for it. "To return to the ship. "Smee. hammer and tongs I'm burning. fidgeting with Johnny Corkscrew. having no mother. We will leave the cake on the shore of the Mermaids' Lagoon. "this seat is hot. and so before it can reach me I hear the tick and bolt." Since sitting down he had felt curiously warm. captain. and then he'll get you. "and cook a large rich cake of a jolly thickness with green sugar on it. They will find the cake and they will gobble it up. Not only smoke came out of it. and now there was a quiver in his voice.He sat down on a large mushroom. Stranger still. because. That shows they have no mother. and at last a curdling smile lit up his swarthy face." he said. "Smee. for it had no root." He jumped up.

and bounded away. for presently Nibs rushed breathless into their midst. falling on the ground. It had passed the redskins. "Save me. The tongues of the pursuers were hanging out." . for another broke in and stilled them. who were now on the trail of the other pirates. pursued by a pack of wolves. "Let us do what Peter would do. but the dangers of the night were not yet over. belay. Once more the boys emerged into the open. save me!" cried Nibs. Nought's left upon your bones when you Have shaken claws with Cook. one foot in the air. By fear they're overtook. but honest laughter. "The crocodile!" he gasped. The was at first such a tiny that a leaf might have fallen on it and smothered it. prettiest policy ever I heard of!" he cried. "But what can we do. they will die. what can we do?" It was a high compliment to Peter that at that dire moment their thoughts turned to him.cake. It was indeed the crocodile. "Peter would look at them through his legs. and in their exultation they danced and sang: "Avast. followed by his bo'sun. Tick tick tick tick! Hook stood shuddering. when I appear. the baying of them was horrible." They sound sound as it began the verse." He burst into laughter." Smee had listened with growing admiration. Almost in the same breath they cried. not hollow laughter now. It oozed on after Hook. "Aha. "It's the wickedest. "What would Peter do?" they cried simultaneously. but came nearer it was more distinct." And then. but they never finished it.

"Hullo. But more distinct came the shrill voice of Tinker Bell. Tink." he shouted. and Wendy fluttered to the ground with an arrow in her breast. but victory came quickly. "Peter will be so pleased. "I have seen a wonderfuller thing. pinching savagely each time she touched. Wendy was now almost overhead. and as it flies it moans. and Tink noted it. Tink. bows and arrows!" All but Tootles popped down their trees. pointing to Wendy in the heavens. and they could hear her plaintive cry. do you think?" "I don't know. and rubbed her little hands." she screamed. "Let us do what Peter wishes!" cried the simple boys. "Quick. The next moment is the long one. But it was not wolves he saw. the wolves dropped their tails and fled." "See. quick. "Quick." "What kind of a bird." he cried. He had a bow and arrow with him. and as one boy they bent and looked through their legs. It is flying this way. "A great white bird. as they gathered round him eagerly. and then he fired." It was not in their nature to question when Peter ordered. it comes!" cried Curly. . Now Nibs rose from the ground.It is quite the most successful way of defying wolves." said Slightly instantly. and the others thought that his staring eyes still saw the wolves." Nibs said. `Poor Wendy. awestruck. and was darting at her victim from every direction. Tootles. for as the boys advanced upon them in the terrible attitude. "but it looks so weary. "there are birds called Wendies. Tink's reply rang out: "Peter wants you to shoot the Wendy." Tootles excitedly fitted the arrow to his bow." cried the wondering boys. "Out of the way. The jealous fairy had now cast off all disguise of friendship.'" "Poor Wendy?" "I remember.

" he said." "A lady?" said Tootles. "This is no bird. but there was a dignity about him now that had never been there before." He threw himself sorrowfully on the ground. "I did it. They all whipped off their caps." Nibs said hoarsely." he cried proudly.Chapter 6 THE LITTLE HOUSE Foolish Tootles was standing like a conqueror over Wendy's body when the other boys sprang." they called in pity. `Pretty mother. ." said one of the twins. "Don't go. pretty mother. Tootles' face was very white. "I think this must be a lady. The others did not hear her." He moved slowly away." Overhead Tinker Bell shouted "Silly ass!" and darted into hiding.' But when at last she really came. I said. and when he took a step nearer them they turned from him. They had crowded round Wendy." Curly said: "Peter was bringing her to us. "When ladies used to come to me in dreams. but sorrier for themselves. "I have shot the Wendy. "And we have killed her. "and you have killed her!" They were sorry for him. Slightly was the first to speak. If Wendy's heart had been beating they would all have heard it. and fell a-trembling. reflecting." he said in a scared voice. armed. "Now I see. I shot her. Peter will be so pleased with me. "A lady to take care of us at last. and as they looked a terrible silence fell upon the wood. "You are too late. from their trees.

"I am back." they whispered. "Great news." he said hotly. He frowned. and another said. "Peter!" they cried." he answered." So they all stood back. and let him see. "Oh. He overlooked it in his haste to tell the glorious tidings." he cried. mournful day. except a little thud from Tootles as he dropped on his knees. They heard Peter crow. and then again was silence." He thought of hopping off in a comic sort of way till he was out of sight of her. "Back. for it was always thus that he signalled his return. and gathered hastily around Wendy. boys. But Tootles stood aloof." Still no sound. but the cheers would not come. becoming troubled. and mechanically they saluted. "I have brought at last a mother for you all."I must. and then never going near the spot any more. "I am so afraid of Peter. boys. . "I will show her to you. shaking." "Ah me!" once voice said. "Have you not seen her?" asked Peter. "Greetings." he said uncomfortably." Tootles rose. twins. let Peter see. "She flew this way. and Peter dropped in front of them. "Perhaps she is frightened at being dead. and after he had looked for a little time he did not know what to do next. Again came that ringing crow." he said quietly." he cried. "She is dead. They would all have been glad to follow if he had done this. "Hide her." and when the others would still have hidden her he said." It was at this tragic moment that they heard a sound which made the heart of every one of them rise to his mouth. "Peter. "why do you not cheer?" They opened their mouths.

"Whose arrow?" he demanded sternly. Peter. . that's a kiss. `Poor Tootles.'" he whispered." Peter did not hear him. but from overhead came a wailing note. so that he could show her the mermaids. "let me see it. "Listen to Tink. "the Wendy lady." said Tootles on his knees. "I think she said." he said with awe. "Strike. "It is she." All looked at him in wonder. "there is something stays my hand.But there was the arrow. Slightly cried instantly. "she is crying because the Wendy lives. and twice did his hand fall. dastard hand. Ay. It has saved her life. being still in a frightful faint. You remember she had put it on a chain that she wore round her neck." Then they had to tell Peter of Tink's crime. He took it from her heart and faced his band. and he raised the arrow to use it as a dagger." Peter said briefly. Nibs bent over her and listened reverently." Twice did Peter raise the arrow. and almost never had they seen him look so stern." "I remember kisses. Peter. Wendy had raised her arm. "strike true. her arm!" Wonderful to relate [tell]. who fortunately looked at Wendy. "the arrow struck against this. Of course she could not answer yet." Peter said." he said. see." Slightly interposed quickly." said Curly. "Mine." he cried. "She lives. It is the kiss I gave her. "Oh." Then Peter knelt beside her and found his button. "See. He bared his breast. He was begging Wendy to get better quickly. save Nibs." he said firmly. "The Wendy lady lives. "I cannot strike. Tootles did not flinch.

"is what I was thinking. "you must not touch her. John." Do you think Tinker Bell was grateful to Wendy for raising her arm? Oh dear no. often cuffed [slapped] them. who should appear but John and Michael. but he brushed her off. who understood them best." he cried. "John. we did fly. "wake up! Where is Nana." In a moment they were as busy as tailors the night before a wedding. never wanted to pinch her so much. and Peter. there is." . "bring me each of you the best of what we have. "that is what one does with ladies." said Slightly. John." Curly suggested. "but there is no way out." said Slightly. As they dragged along the ground they fell asleep standing. "she will die. no. "Ay. They skurried this way and that. "Let us build a little house round her. up for firewood."Listen. "Well." Slightly admitted. not for ever." "That. and while they were at it. and mother?" And then John would rub his eyes and mutter." "But if she lies there. but for a whole week. moved another step and slept again." They were all delighted." Peter said. "It is true." "No." "Ay." cried Peter." She flew on to his shoulder and pleaded. It would not be sufficiently respectful." he ordered them." Michael would cry. woke up. Not until Wendy again raised her arm did he relent sufficiently to say. But what to do with Wendy in her present delicate state of health? "Let us carry her down into the house. down for bedding. Tinker Bell." "Yes. she will die. "Quick." Tootles said. Be sharp. Gut our house. stopped. "I am your friend no more. Begone from me for ever. Fairies indeed are strange.

sir. "Yes. ay. and disappeared." said Slightly at once. "Curly." Peter ordered. "and you also." explained Curly." they said." "Ay." "Ay. she is only a girl!" "That. "Chairs and a fender [fireplace] first. ay." "Build a house?" exclaimed John." "You? Wendy's servants!" "Yes. "Hullo. Of course he meant to leave room for chairs and a table." but as he said it some of the other boys rushed on carrying branches for the building of the house. "see that these boys help in the building of the house.You may be sure they were very relieved to find Peter. Away with them." "Ay." he cried. it all comes back to me." replied Peter amicably. "is why we are her servants. John and Michael watched him. "fetch a doctor. scratching his . "For the Wendy. "Is Wendy asleep?" they asked." said Peter. "Then we shall build a house round them. aghast. "Look at them!" he cried." "John. "For Wendy?" John said. Peter. "that is how a house is built. "let us wake her and get her to make supper for us. "Slightly. "Hullo." Peter thought of everything." said Peter in his most captainy voice." The astounded brothers were dragged away to hack and hew and carry." said Slightly." Michael proposed. "Why. He was very busy at the moment measuring Wendy with his feet to see how large a house she would need. though he had quite forgotten them." said Curly.

"How is she?" inquired Peter." ." Peter explained.head." She was lying at their feet. my little man. while to him make-believe and true were exactly the same thing. "this has cured her." "I am glad!" Peter cried. who had chapped knuckles. and he returned in a moment. "Please. It was an anxious moment when the glass thing was withdrawn. tut. but after he had returned the hat to John he blew big breaths." said Slightly. But he knew Peter must be obeyed. "where does she lie?" "In yonder glade." said one. as when they had to make-believe that they had had their dinners. "Tut. "the kind of house she likes best." Slightly said. "give her beef tea out of a cup with a spout to it". In the meantime the wood had been alive with the sound of axes. "If only we knew. "a lady lies very ill. "Please." said Slightly. tut. "Tut." Slightly anxiously replied. while Peter waited. "are you a doctor?" The difference between him and the other boys at such a time was that they knew it was make-believe. and he made-believe to do it. tut." he said." said Peter. "Yes. wearing John's hat and looking solemn. sir. which was his habit on escaping from a difficulty. This sometimes troubled them. tut. almost everything needed for a cosy dwelling already lay at Wendy's feet. but Slightly had the sense not to see her. going to him." "I will put a glass thing in her mouth. If they broke down in their make-believe he rapped them on the knuckles. "I will call again in the evening. sir.

"Peter." cried a third. Wendy began to sing: "I wish I had a pretty house. What are you wanting more?" To this she answered greedily: "Oh." cried Peter sternly." They gurgled with joy at this. and large yellow leaves were the blinds. lovely!" "Perhaps she is going to sing in her sleep. looking respectfully into it. And babies peeping out. With funny little red walls And roof of mossy green. So tell us. really next I think I'll have Gay windows all about. without opening her eyes. As they rattled up the little house they broke into song themselves: "We've built the little walls and roof And made a lovely door. "she is moving in her sleep. "Wendy. But roses -. mother Wendy." With a blow of their fists they made windows. and all the ground was carpeted with moss." Immediately. you know. Quickly they made-believe to grow the loveliest roses up the walls. Babies? . The littlest ever seen." said Peter." "Her mouth opens. sing the kind of house you would like to have. With roses peeping in." shouted another. "Oh.? "Roses. for by the greatest good luck the branches they had brought were sticky with red sap.

not a sound to be heard except from Tinker Bell. What the boys were wondering was. they could no longer see her. they were all too busy looking their best. you know. Not of bit of it. "we must have a chimney. would any one answer the knock? If a lady.To prevent Peter ordering babies they hurried into song again: "We've made the roses peeping out. Nothing remained to do but to knock. Now really and truly it was finished. He snatched the hat off John's head. This gave Peter an idea. what would she be like? ." he said. The little house was so pleased to have such a capital chimney that. Just when it seemed absolutely finished: "There's no knocker on the door. "There's no chimney." He was glad no one asked him what first impressions are. who was watching from a branch and openly sneering. "first impressions are awfully important." "It certainly does need a chimney." Peter said. smoke immediately began to come out of the hat. Peter strode up and down. They were very ashamed. and now the wood was as still as the children. ordering finishing touches. Absolutely finished now. but Tootles gave the sole of his shoe. of course. knocked out the bottom [top]. and it made an excellent knocker. seeing this to be a good idea. and put the hat on the roof." Peter. though. The house was quite beautiful. they thought. We cannot make ourselves. Nothing escaped his eagle eyes." said John importantly. at once pretended that it was his own. The babes are at the door. "All look your best. and no doubt Wendy was very cosy within. He knocked politely. as if to say thank you. 'cos we've been made before." Peter warned them.

"O Wendy lady. but you can squeeze very tight in the Neverland." In they went. and holding out their arms cried. "for you we built this house." she said. and this was just how they had hoped she would look. Come inside at once." cried Nibs. "Where am I?" she said. as if he were the only person present who knew all about it." "Ought I?" Wendy said. I feel that is exactly what I am." "Oh." he said rapidly." Wendy said." cried the twins. It was Wendy. and Peter kept watch outside with drawn sword. for the pirates could be heard carousing far away and the wolves were on the prowl. "you see. And before I put you to bed I have just time to finish the story of Cinderella. I have no real experience. "Of course it's frightfully fascinating. but she herself slept that night in the little house. They all whipped off their hats. "And we are your children." they all cried. The little . say you're pleased. Then all went on their knees. "Lovely.The door opened and a lady came out." said Peter. but you see I am only a little girl. be our mother. I am sure your feet are damp. She looked properly surprised. darling house." "Oh dear!" Wendy said. "What we need is just a nice motherly person. it is. though he was really the one who knew least. all shining." "Very well. "Wendy lady. "we saw it at once. you naughty children. and they were the very words they had hoped she would say." "It is. I don't know how there was room for them. And that was the first of the many joyous evenings they had with Wendy. Of course Slightly was the first to get his word in. By and by she tucked them up in the great bed in the home under the trees. "I will do my best." "That doesn't matter.

while to ascend you drew in and let out alternately. And how ardently they grew to love their home under the ground. It consisted of one large room. while you have to be made to fit the tree. A Never tree tried hard to grow in the centre of the . and this. Chapter 7 THE HOME UNDER THE GROUND One of the first things Peter did next day was to measure Wendy and John and Michael for hollow trees. great care must be taken to go on fitting. which were used as stools. and after that you fit. had sneered at the boys for thinking they needed a tree apiece. with a floor in which you could dig [for worms] if you wanted to go fishing. and the chimney smoking beautifully. and in this floor grew stout mushrooms of a charming colour. but John had to be altered a little. when you have mastered the action you are able to do these things without thinking of them. and no two of the boys were quite the same size. Usually it is done quite looked so cosy and safe in the darkness. Hook. Once you fitted. After a time he fell asleep. and so wriggled up. you drew in [let out] your breath at the top. as all houses should do. especially Wendy. and some unsteady fairies had to climb over him on their way home from an orgy. and Peter standing on guard. keeps a whole family in perfect condition. as by your wearing too many garments or too few. But you simply must fit. but this was ignorance. you remember. but if you are bumpy in awkward places or the only available tree is an odd shape. Peter does some things to you. Of course. and nothing can be more graceful. After a few days' practice they could go up and down as gaily as buckets in a well. Once you fit. Any of the other boys obstructing the fairy path at night they would have mischiefed. and Peter measures you for your tree as carefully as for a suit of clothes: the only difference being that the clothes are made to fit you. for unless your tree fitted you it was difficult to go up and down. Wendy and Michael fitted their trees at the first try. but they just tweaked Peter's nose and passed on. and down you went at exactly the right speed. as Wendy was to discover to her delight. with a bright light showing through its blinds.

except perhaps with a stocking in the evening. when all turned at once. and she varied the bedspreads according to what fruitblossom was in season. level with the floor. was a genuine Queen Mab. the whole thus becoming a table. and her chamber. from which she suspended her washing. looked rather conceited. always kept drawn when dressing or undressing. the washstand was Pie-crust and reversible. Really there were whole weeks when. could have had a more exquisite boudoir [dressing room] and bed-chamber combined. I can tell you. Her mirror was a Puss-in-Boots. and across this Wendy stretched strings. but Wendy would have [desired] a baby. and all the boys slept in it. and not unlike what baby bears would have made of an underground house in the same circumstances. as she always called it. and you know what women are. But there was one recess in the wall. the chest of drawers an authentic Charming the Sixth. It could be shut off from the rest of the house by a tiny curtain. no larger than a bird-cage. unchipped. Tink was very contemptuous of the rest of the house. and even if there was nothing in it. but every morning they sawed the trunk through. it all depended upon Peter's whim: he could eat. and then they put a door on top of it. but he could not stodge [cram down the food] just to feel stodgy [stuffed . and he was the littlest. but of course she lit the residence herself. she had to keep watching that it came aboil just the same. No woman. There was an enourmous fireplace which was in almost any part of the room where you cared to light it. I suppose it was all especially entrancing to Wendy. and the short and long of it is that he was hung up in a basket. known to fairy dealers. as soon as they cleared away. The bed was tilted against the wall by day. lying like sardines in a tin. There was a chandelier from Tiddlywinks for the look of the thing. The couch. and the carpet and rugs the best (the early) period of Margery and Robin. made of fibre. however large. if it was part of a game. You never exactly knew whether there would be a real meal or just a make-believe. By tea-time it was always about two feet high. and let down at 6:30. which was the private apartment of Tinker Bell. though beautiful. except Michael. when it filled nearly half the having the appearance of a nose permanently turned up. The cooking. they sawed off the trunk again. really eat. and thus there was more room to play. There was a strict rule against turning round until one gave the signal. because those rampagious boys of hers gave her so much to do. kept her nose to the pot. who was most fastidious [particular]. even if there was no pot. of which there are now only three. Michael should have used it also. which Tink. It was rough and simple. with club legs. she was never above ground. as indeed was perhaps inevitable.

and nobly anxious to do her duty.with food]. writing and thinking hard about the questions she had written on another slate and passed round. and this gave her complete ease of mind. it very soon discovered that she had come to the island and it found her out. and insisted on joining. the next best thing being to talk about it. and there are ever so many more of them than on the mainland. Make-believe was so real to him that during a meal of it you could see him getting rounder. as she expressed it. and putting double pieces on the knees. Of course it was trying. Father or Mother? Was Mother blonde or brunette? Answer all three questions if possible. where it is calculated by moons and suns. she would fling up her arms and exclaim. she was absolutely confident that they would always keep the window open for her to fly back by. but you simply had to follow his lead. Then. They were the most ordinary questions "What was the colour of Mother's eyes? Which was taller. she had a breathing time for herself. I am sure I sometimes think spinsters are to be envied!" Her face beamed when she exclaimed this. while Michael was quite willing to believe that she was really his mother. You remember about her pet wolf. The other boys thought this awfully interesting. and she occupied it in making new things for them. she tried to fix the old life in their minds by setting them examination papers on it. which is what most children like better than anything else. But I am afraid that Wendy did not really worry about her father and mother. As time wore on did she think much about the beloved parents she had left behind her? This is a difficult question. and sat round the table." . as people he had once known. These things scared her a little." "(A) Write an essay of not less than 40 words on How I spent my last Holidays. Only one of these to be attempted. When she sat down to a basketful of their stockings. Wendy's favourite time for sewing and darning was after they had all gone to bed. What did disturb her at times was that John remembered his parents vaguely only. for they were all most frightfully hard on their knees. and they made slates for themselves. or The Characters of Father and Mother compared. because it is quite impossible to say how time does wear on in the Neverland. "Oh dear. every heel with a hole in it. After that it followed her about everywhere. and if you could prove to him that you were getting loose for your tree he let you stodge. Well. as like as possible to the ones she used to do at school. and they just ran into each other's arms.

and it was really dreadful what a number of crosses even John made. until he suddenly had no more interest in it. many adventures which she knew to be true because she was in them herself. with Wendy's help. Of course the only boy who replied to every question was Slightly. in doing the sort of thing John and Michael had been doing all their lives. not the smallest word. There were." They were just everyday questions like these. For one thing he despised all mothers except Wendy. he could not help looking solemn at such times. on the other hand. (3) Describe Mother's Party Dress. and for another he was the only boy on the island who could neither write nor spell. he might say a great deal about it. had been forgetting. What was the colour of Mother's eyes. while he told a dazzling tale. Wendy. Peter did not compete. which. He boasted that he had gone walking for the good of his health. He was above all that sort of thing.Or "(1) Describe Mother's laugh. and. and John and Michael had to pretend to be delighted also. to sit still seemed to him such a comic thing to do. and then when you went out you found the body. as you have been told. however. (4) Describe the Kennel and its Inmate. too. but his answers were perfectly ridiculous. you know. He might have forgotten it so completely that he said nothing about it. and no one could have been more hopeful of coming out first. were of daily occurrence. and then Wendy cooed over him and bathed it in lukewarm water. For several suns these were the most novel of all adventures to him. and when he came back you were never absolutely certain whether he had had an adventure or not. sitting on stools flinging balls in the air. going out for walks and coming back without having killed so much as a grizzly. but about this time Peter invented. Sometimes he came home with his head bandaged. and so on. the questions were all written in the past tense. and there were . was what always happened with his games. pushing each other. a new game that fascinated him enormously. But she was never quite sure. and yet you could not find the body. (2) Describe Father's laugh. as we shall see. Adventures. To see Peter doing nothing on a stool was a great sight. By the way. of course. and when you could not answer them you were told to make a cross. otherwise he would have treated them severely. and he really came out last: a melancholy thing. you see. He often went out alone. It consisted in pretending not to have adventures.

Or again. and how the nest fell into the water. when victory was still in the balance. and they were all redskins. agreed to be lost boys for that once. At the Gulch. and swam back. what are you. and so made her his ally.still more that were at least partly true. when he drew a circle round him on the ground with an arrow and dared . "Redskin. so that in time it lost its succulence. to have the sleeping Wendy conveyed on a great floating leaf to the mainland. and especially interesting as showing one of Peter's peculiarities. Or we might tell how Peter saved Tiger Lily's life in the Mermaids' Lagoon. was Tinker Bell's attempt. The difficulty is which one to choose. "I'm redskin to-day. thinking it was bath-time. Should we take the brush with the redskins at Slightly Gulch? It was a sanguinary [cheerful] affair.but we have not decided yet that this is the adventure we are to narrate. and Peter gave orders that she was not to be disturbed. when several of them stuck in the hollow trees and had to be pulled out like corks. and how they placed it in one cunning spot after another. with the help of some street fairies. and so at it they all went again. The extraordinary upshot of this adventure was -. and the end shows how grateful a bird can be. but always Wendy snatched it from the hands of her children. but if we tell it we must also tell the whole adventure of the lagoon. we might choose Peter's defiance of the lions. and the most we can do is to give one as a specimen of an average hour on the island. That is a pretty story. which was that in the middle of a fight he would suddenly change sides. sometimes leaning this way and sometimes that. To describe them all would require a book as large as an English-Latin. and Hook fell over it in the dark. LatinEnglish Dictionary. "Redskin. what are you Twin?" and so on. and of course this would have ended the fight had not the real redskins fascinated by Peter's methods. Nibs?" and Nibs said. and still the bird sat on her eggs. Perhaps a better one would be the night attack by the redskins on the house under the ground. A shorter adventure. Fortunately the leaf gave way and Wendy woke. Or suppose we tell of the birds that were Peter's friends. which would of course be telling two adventures rather than just one. for the other boys were in them and said they were wholly true. and quite as exciting. he called out. Or we could tell of that cake the pirates cooked so that the boys might eat it and perish. Tootles?" And Tootles answered. particularly of the Never bird that built in a tree overhanging the lagoon. and became as hard as a stone. what are you. and was used as a missile. more fiercely than ever.

but intentionally. They treated all the boys in the same way. you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness. combing out their hair in a lazy way that quite irritated her. then if you squeeze your eyes tighter. or she might even swim.them to cross it. who chatted with them on Marooners' Rock by the hour. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon. The children often spent long summer days on this lagoon. not by accident. I have tossed. and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. playing the mermaid games in the water. just one heavenly moment. and the lagoon has won. The most haunting time at which to see them is at the turn of the moon. however. and though he waited for hours. swimming or floating most of the time. He gave Wendy one of their combs. if there could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing. to within a yard of them. and sat on their tails when they got cheeky. but then they saw her and dived. the pool begins to take shape. with the other boys and Wendy looking on breathlessly from trees. When she stole softly to the edge of the lagoon she might see them by the score. when they utter strange wailing cries. This almost makes one wish that the gulch or the cake or Tink's leaf had won. especially on Marooners' Rock. where they loved to bask. on tiptoe as it were. except of course Peter. perhaps fairest to stick to the lagoon. Which of these adventures shall we choose? The best way will be to toss for it. This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland. it was among Wendy's lasting regrets that all the time she was on the island she never had a civil word from one of them. but the lagoon . You must not think from this that the mermaids were on friendly terms with them: on the contrary. Of course I could do it again. and so forth. Chapter 8 THE MERMAIDS' LAGOON If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one. probably splashing her with their tails. not one of them dared to accept his challenge. and make it best out of three.

The goals are at each end of the rainbow. worse than that. Wendy insisted on their doing this. and it is quite a pretty sight. she knew. and the mermaids adopted it. But the moment the children tried to join in they had to by themselves. and the keepers only are allowed to use their hands. and the sun went away and shadows stole across the water. Nevertheless we have proof that they secretly watched the interlopers. the lagoon that had always hitherto been such a laughing place seemed formidable and unfriendly. This is one mark that John has left on the Neverland. Sometimes a dozen of these games will be going on in the lagoon at a time. that night had come. but it had sent that shiver through the sea to say that it was coming. with the instead of the hand. or at least lying with their eyes shut. The bubbles of many colours made in rainbow water they treat as balls. While she stitched a change came to the lagoon. No. stitching. and trying to keep them in the rainbow till they burst. turning it cold. So they lay there in the sun. on sunny days after rain. and when she looked up. and they were all on Marooners' Rock. and their bodies glistened in it. She was often at the lagoon. however. play for head the It must also have been rather pretty to see the children resting on a rock for half an hour after their mid-day meal. while she sat beside them and looked important. less from fear. and until the evening of which we have now to tell. and they were dozing. Wendy had never seen the lagoon by dangerous for mortals then. It was one such day. hitting them gaily from one to another with their tails. The rock was not much larger than their great bed. and pinching occasionally when they thought Wendy was not looking. What was it? . and it had to be a real rest even though the meal was make-believe. It was not. Little shivers ran over it. Wendy could no longer see to thread her needle. for the mermaids immediately disappeared. John introduced a new way of hitting the bubble. and were not above taking an idea from them. It had not come. for of course Peter would have accompanied her. but of course they all knew how not to take up much room. She was very busy. when the mermaids come up in extraordinary numbers to play with their bubbles. but something as dark as night had come. than because she had strict rules about every one being in bed by seven.

so called because evil captains put sailors on it and leave them there to drown. A strange smile was playing about his face. They drown when the tide rises. it is enough. . It was the pirate dinghy. While that smile was on his face no one dared address him. She stood over them to let them have their sleep out. not merely because of the unknown that was stalking toward them. and Wendy saw it and shuddered. Was it not brave of Wendy? It was well for those boys then that there was one among them who could sniff danger even in his sleep. but because it was no longer good for them to sleep on a rock grown chilly. she would not waken them. though her heart was in her mouth. no other than Tiger Lily. No watch was kept on the ship. and she knew what was to be her fate. "Dive!" There was a gleam of legs. Her hands and ankles were tied. with three figures in her. she thought you simply must stick to your rule about half an hour after the mid-day meal. for then it is submerged. So. it being Hook's boast that the wind of his name guarded the ship for a mile around. she was the daughter of a chief. The order came sharp and incisive. all they could do was to stand ready to obey.There crowded upon her all the stories she had been told of Marooners' Rock. "Pirates!" he cried. Even when she heard the sound of muffled oars. Marooners' Rock stood alone in the forbidding waters as if it were itself marooned. and she longed to hear male voices. an end to one of her race more terrible than death by fire or torture. Smee and Starkey. one hand to his ear. She was to be left on the rock to perish. she must die as a chief's daughter. Of course she should have roused the children at once. Peter sprang erect. But she was a young mother and she did not know this. though fear was upon her. The others came closer to him. He stood motionless. and with one warning cry he roused the others. and the third a captive. she did not waken them. as wide awake at once as a dog. The boat drew nearer. for is it not written in the book of the tribe that there is no path through water to the happy hunting-ground? Yet her face was impassive. They had caught her boarding the pirate ship with a knife in her mouth. and instantly the lagoon seemed deserted.

and he meant to save her. and he now imitated the voice of Hook. but out of sight. but he had forgotten them all. when they had looked for him in vain. d'ye hear. what we have to do is to hoist the redskin on to it and leave her here to drown." cried Peter. staring at each other in surprise." "But. captain -." Starkey said. An easy way would have been to wait until the pirates had gone. Wendy was crying. she was too proud to offer a vain resistance. "Luff." "This is queer!" Smee gasped. He was less sorry than Wendy for Tiger Lily: it was two against one that angered him. for it was the first tragedy she had seen. "The captain!" said the pirates. then. In the gloom that they brought with them the two pirates did not see the rock till they crashed into it.Now her fate would help to guard it also. you lubber. Peter had seen many tragedies. cut her bonds and let her go. It was a marvellous imitation." came the astonishing answer. two heads were bobbing up and down. you lubbers!" he called." It was the work of one brutal moment to land the beautiful girl on the rock. "We are putting the redskin on the rock. There was almost nothing he could not do." "At once. One more wail would go the round in that wind by night. "Set her free. "Free!" "Yes. "or I'll plunge my hook in you. Quite near the rock. but he was never one to choose the easy way. ." Smee called out. "He must be swimming out to us. Now. "Ahoy there. "here's the rock. Peter's and Wendy's." cried an Irish voice that was Smee's.

But it was stayed even in the act. and this time it was not Peter who had spoken. "Ay. He was tingling with life and also top-heavy with conceit. "Am I not a wonder." . and though she thought so also. and as his men showed a light to guide him he had soon reached them. In the light of the lantern Wendy saw his hook grip the boat's side. and. "The game's up. oh. quaking. for "Boat ahoy!" rang over the lagoon in Hook's voice." said Starkey nervously. At once like an eel she slid between Starkey's legs into the water. He was swimming to the boat." said Smee. The two pirates were very curious to know what had brought their captain to them. ay. but he sat with his head on his hook in a position of profound melancholy. Now Wendy understood. "He sighs again."Better do what the captain orders. Peter may have been about to crow. she was really glad for the sake of his reputation that no one heard him except herself. she saw his evil swarthy face as he rose dripping from the water. The real Hook was also in the water. but he answered with a hollow moan. but his face puckered in a whistle of surprise instead. and he cut Tiger Lily's cords. "Captain." Smee said. Of course Wendy was very elated over Peter's cleverness. she would have liked to swim away. "those boys have found a mother. Then at last he spoke passionately. but she knew that he would be elated also and very likely crow and thus betray himself. "Boat ahoy!" again came the voice." said Smee. so at once her hand went out to cover his mouth. but Peter would not budge. "He sighs. I am a wonder!" he whispered to her. is all well?" they asked timidly." he cried." said Starkey. He signed to her to listen. "And yet a third time he sighs.

and as the pirates looked they saw a strange sight. "that is the fear that haunts me." said Hook in answer to Smee's question. "He doesn't know!" and always after this she felt that if you could have a pet pirate Smee would be her one. "Ay. and the Never bird was sitting on it.Affrighted though she was. but the more suspicious Starkey said." said Starkey. crying. "If she is a mother. "could we not kidnap these boys' mother and make her our mother?" "It is a princely scheme. "What was that?" . Smee. "Captain. What a lesson! The nest must have fallen into the water." he said. much impressed. gazed at the bird as the nest was borne past." There was a break in his voice. "What was that?" "I heard nothing. It was the nest I have told you of. and bobbed. "Never!" she cried. raising the lantern over the waters." said Smee. but would the mother desert her eggs? No. "O evil day!" cried Starkey.but he brushed away this weakness with his hook. perhaps she is hanging about here to help Peter." Hook winced. floating on the lagoon. Wendy swelled with pride. Wendy was so shocked that she exclaimed. Peter pulled her beneath the water." cried Hook. and Wendy shall be our mother. "What's a mother?" asked the ignorant Smee." Again Wendy forgot herself." He was roused from this dejection by Smee's eager voice. and at once it took practical shape in his great brain. "that is a mother. as if for a moment he recalled innocent days when -. "See. "We will seize the children and carry them to the boat: the boys we will make walk the plank. for Hook had started up.

He immediately answered in Hook's voice: "Odds. Swear. "we let her go. "Lads. captain." said Starkey. even at the gills. "Do you agree. "I gave no such order. but of course he did not." he cried." Smee answered complacently. and they thought this was one of the moments. shaking a little." he said. "dost hear me?" Of course Peter should have kept quiet. I hear you. "That is all right. "captain of the JOLLY ROGER. "Spirit that haunts this dark lagoon to-night. They thought it must have been a leaf in the wind. "what cozening [cheating] is going on here!" His face had gone black with rage. and suddenly Hook remembered Tiger Lily. By this time they were on the rock. my bullies?" asked Hook." replied the voice. "I am James Hook." ." They all swore. "You called over the water to us to let her go. hammer and tongs." Smee said. stranger? Speak!" Hook demanded. and they all fidgeted uncomfortably." thundered Hook. "There is my hand on it." "It is passing queer." In that supreme moment Hook did not blanch. but he saw that they believed their words. bobs. Hook raised his voice.But they could see nothing. "Brimstone and gall. but Smee and Starkey clung to each other in terror. "And there is my hook." the bo'sun faltered. "Who are you. "'Twas your own orders. He had a playful humour at moments. and he was startled." "Let her go!" cried Hook. but there was a quiver in it. "Where is the redskin?" he demanded abruptly." they both said.

he scarcely heeded them." . In his dark nature there was a touch of the feminine. "No. "Don't desert me." replied the voice. but not till then. it was his own." the voice retorted. Suddenly he tried the guessing game." he called. and it was then." "Vegetable?" asked Hook. "Brimstone and gall." "And another name?" "Ay. "I have. but. "only a codfish. "If you are Hook. that his proud spirit broke. "come tell me." Hook tried a more ingratiating manner. who am I?" "A codfish. tragic figure though he had become." he said almost humbly." "Mineral?" "No. "say that again." They were his dogs snapping at him. and I'll cast anchor in you. "It is lowering to our pride. you are not." "Animal?" "Yes." Hook cried hoarsely. "Have we been captained all this time by a codfish!" they muttered." "A codfish!" Hook echoed blankly. Against such fearful evidence it was not their belief in him that he needed. and he answered blithely in his own voice." he whispered hoarsely to it. He felt his ego slipping from him. and it sometimes gave him intuitions. bully."You are not. He saw his men draw back from him. "Hook. as in all the great pirates. "have you another voice?" Now Peter could never resist a game. ay.

"Yes." Hook was completely puzzled." they answered eagerly. "I can't think of a thing." "Ordinary boy?" "No!" "Wonderful boy?" To Wendy's pain the answer that rang out this time was "Yes. "Boy?" "Yes." he said regretfully. and Smee and Starkey were his faithful henchmen. wiping his damp brow. "You ask him some questions. can't guess!" crowed Peter. Smee. Smee reflected. mind the boat. "Now we have him. "Do you give it up?" Of course in his pride he was carrying the game too far. "I am Peter Pan." Pan! In a moment Hook was himself again. "Well."Man?" "No!" This answer rang out scornfully. "Can't guess. Starkey. Take him dead or alive!" ." "Are you here?" "Yes." he cried. "Into the water. then. yes. and the miscreants [villains] saw their chance." "Are you in England?" "No." he said to the others." Hook shouted.

The others were all brave boys. ay. Quick as thought he snatched a knife from Hook's belt and was about to drive it home. and he gnashed his pretty teeth with joy. who gallantly climbed into the boat and held Starkey. But there was one who did not fear him: there was one prepared to enter that circle. and they must not be blamed for backing from the pirate captain. Neither knew that the other was coming. The rock was slippery as a ball. Some of the greatest heroes have confessed that just before they fell to [began combat] they had a sinking [feeling in the stomach]. it was not in the water that they met. There was fierce struggle. he was the only man that the Sea-Cook had feared. Strangely. and simultaneously came the gay voice of Peter. Here and there a head bobbed up in the water. and at the same moment Peter scaled it on the opposite side. "Are you ready. and there was a flash of steel followed by a cry or a whoop." from various parts of the lagoon. he had one feeling only. First to draw blood was John. Had it been so with Peter at that moment I would admit it. from which they fled like affrighted fishes. He wriggled overboard and John leapt after him." The fight was short and sharp. boys?" "Ay. so they met. gladness. when he saw that he was higher up the rock that . in which the cutlass was torn from the pirate's grasp. The corkscrew of Smee got Tootles in the fourth rib. Each feeling for a grip met the other's arm: in surprise they raised their heads. "Then lam into the pirates. Farther from the rock Starkey was pressing Slightly and the twins hard. His iron claw made a circle of dead water round him. Where all this time was Peter? He was seeking bigger game.He leaped as he spoke. and they had to crawl rather than climb. Hook rose to the rock to breathe. their faces were almost touching. In the confusion some struck at their own side. But Peter had no sinking. The dinghy drifted away. but he was himself pinked [nicked] in turn by Curly. After all.

helpless. because they had such faith in Peter. but no answer came save mocking laughter from the mermaids. Every child is affected thus the first time he is treated unfairly. No one ever gets over the first unfairness. They chuckled. "We are on the rock. He knew that they would soon be drowned.his foe. and were scouring the lagoon for them. but he could do no more. As they lay side by side a mermaid caught Wendy by the feet. shouting "Peter. feeling her slip from him. It was then that Hook bit him. A few moments afterwards the other boys saw Hook in the water striking wildly for the ship. "Help. but now they were uneasy. With a last effort Peter pulled her up the rock and then lay down beside her. woke with a start. Even as he also fainted he saw that the water was rising." he said. On ordinary occasions the boys would have swum alongside cheering." the boys concluded. He could only stare. help!" Two small figures were beating against the rock. It would not have been fighting fair. calling them by name. After you have been unfair to him he will love you again. and then a feeble cry. Wendy. "They must be swimming back or flying. All he thinks he has a right to when he comes to you to be yours is fairness. because they would be late for bed. horrified. I suppose that was the real difference between him and all the rest. Wendy" as they went. But he had to tell her the truth. no one except Peter. but he always forgot it. Peter. "but it is growing . and began pulling her softly into the water. He often met it. boylike. He gave the pirate a hand to help him up. So when he met it now it was like the first time. for the crocodile was in dogged pursuit of him. They were not very anxious. Twice the iron hand clawed him. Not the pain of this but its unfairness was what dazed Peter. and it was all mother Wendy's fault! When their voices died away there came cold silence over the lagoon. no elation on the pestilent face now. and he could just stare. and was just in time to draw her back. It made him quite helpless. They found the dinghy and went home in it. for they had lost both Peter and Wendy. the girl had fainted and lay on the boy's arm. but will never afterwards be quite the same boy. only white fear.

" he cried. I can neither fly nor swim." She did not understand even now. without my help?" She had to admit that she was too tired. but next moment he had seized the tail. ." she said. He moaned. and stayed there. "Do you think you could swim or fly as far as the island. Wendy. "why should it not carry you?" "Both of us!" "It can't lift two. "We must go." Wendy said bravely. as if saying timidly. almost brightly. They thought they would soon be no more. which Michael had made some days before. "Shall we swim or fly. and was pulling the kite toward him." "Do you mean we shall both be drowned?" "Look how the water is rising. "It lifted Michael off the ground. Peter?" He had to tell her." "Let us draw lots. "What is it?" she asked." They put their hands over their eyes to shut out the sight. Michael and Curly tried. Wendy. "Can I be of any use?" It was the tail of a kite. "Yes. "Michael's kite. Hook wounded me. As they sat thus something brushed against Peter as light as a kiss." he answered faintly. Soon the water will be over it.smaller. It had torn itself out of his hand and floated away." Peter said without interest. "I can't help you. anxious about him at once.

with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying. and in a few minutes she was borne out of his sight. it was such a gallant piece of paper. He was too far away to hear their doors shut. she refused to go without him. but on the sea one shudder follows another till there are hundreds of them. like a shudder passing over the sea. soon it would be submerged. and to pass the time until they made their final gulp. and when it won. "To die will be an awfully big adventure." he pushed her from the rock. perhaps part of the kite. It was not really a piece of paper. A tremour ran through him. By working her wings."And you a lady. Pale tiptoed across the waters. Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again. He thought it was a piece of floating paper. for it was fighting the tide. he watched the only thing on the lagoon. she was able to some extent to guide her strange craft. She clung to him." Already he had tied the tail round her. and he heard the bells. and wondered idly how long it would take to drift ashore. Peter was alone on the lagoon. it was the Never bird. . but every door in the coral caves where they live rings a tiny bell when it opens or closes (as in all the nicest houses on the mainland). but with a "Good-bye. always sympathetic to the weaker side. and Peter felt just the one. and sometimes winning. could not help clapping. Presently he noticed as an odd thing that it was undoubtedly out upon the lagoon with some definite purpose. in a way she had learned since the nest fell into the water. Peter." Chapter 9 THE NEVER BIRD The last sound Peter heard before he was quite alone were the mermaids retiring one by one to their bedchambers under the sea. making desperate efforts to reach Peter on the nest. Wendy. never. and by and by there was sound at once the most musical and the most the world: the mermaids calling to the moon. but he was afraid at last. Peter was not quite like other boys. Steadily the waters rose till they were nibbling at his feet. The rock was rays of light to be heard a melancholy in very small now.

I can suppose only that.swim -." "What are you quacking about?" Peter -.ashore.want -." the bird said. they have very short tempers." the bird called. and repeated it all over. like Mrs.I -. "and -.try -. . for though he had been nice to -.drift -. and I want to tell you only what really happened. but -.then -. "You dunderheaded little jay.nearer -." she screamed.nest.into -. "I -. he had also sometimes tormented her. but truth is best.but by the time Peter recognised her she was very exhausted. "What -. and I wish for the moment I could pretend that this were such a story.are -.can -. Well. she was melted because he had all his first teeth.bring -. "Why don't you let the nest drift as usual?" "I -.get -. but they forgot their manners. She called out to him what she had come for. and say that Peter replied intelligently to the Never -. In fanciful stories people can talk to the birds -. The Never bird became irritated.quacking -.too -tired -. not only could they not understand each other.any -. "Why don't you do as I tell you?" Peter felt that she was calling him names.about?" and so on. and at a venture he retorted hotly: "So are you!" Then rather curiously they both snapped out the same remark: "Shut up!" "Shut up!" Nevertheless the bird was determined to save him if she must -. Darling and the rest of them. and he called out to her what she was doing there. to give him her nest. I rather wonder at the -.the -. Then Peter tried slow and distinct. but of course neither of them understood the other's -. though there were eggs in it. speaking as slowly and distinctly as She had come to save him.want -.

Great were the rejoicings when Peter reached the home under the ground almost as soon as Wendy. and with many bitter feelings watched the bird sitting on his hat. and hung up his shirt for a sail. reared the stave in it as a mast. that she hung there in the sky. As we shall not see her again. pearls and pieces of eight to the gulls. and Peter lifted them up and reflected. and when in a mischievous mood used to fling showers of moidores. but she could not help peeping between the feathers. who had been carried hither and thither by the kite. and clutched the nest and waved his thanks to the bird as she fluttered overhead. At the same moment the bird fluttered down upon the hat and once more sat snugly on her eggs. Every boy had adventures to tell. and screamed her admiration of him. both cheering. The stave was still there. and on it Starkey had hung his hat. and then flew away. Peter crowed his agreement with her. Peter put the eggs into this hat and set it on the lagoon. a deep tarpaulin. watertight. who pounced upon them for food. but perhaps the biggest adventure of all was that they were several . Then he got into the nest. it was not even to watch him get into the nest. Of course when Peter landed he beached his barque [small ship. so as to make her meaning clear. so as not to see the last of them. and he was borne off in another. The bird covered her face with her wings. alas. She drifted in one direction. however. Then at last he understood. diamonds. It floated beautifully. There were two large white eggs. Then up she flew. and. The children had discovered the glittering hoard. with a broad brim. deserting her eggs. driven into it by some buccaneers of long ago to mark the site of buried treasure. it was to see what he did with her eggs. raging at the scurvy trick that had been played upon them. It was not to receive his thanks. actually the Never Bird's nest in this particular case in point] in a place where the bird would easily find it. and often Starkey came to the shore of the lagoon. it may be worth mentioning here that all Never birds now build in that shape of nest. The Never bird saw at once what he was up to.and by one last mighty effort she propelled the nest against the rock. It drifted about till it went to pieces. with a broad brim on which the youngsters take an airing. I forget whether I have told you that there was a stave on the rock. but the hat was such a great success that she abandoned the nest.

"Peter Pan has spoken. Next day. however. to bed. and he liked this tremendously. whom they looked upon as just ordinary braves. "The great white father." it meant that they must now shut up. and they played till bed-time at limping about and carrying their arms in slings. so that it was not really good for him. prostrating themselves [lying down] before him. They called Peter the Great White Father. Even by day they hung about. keeping watch over the home under the ground and awaiting the big attack by the pirates which obviously could not be much longer delayed." She was far too pretty to cringe in this way. This so inflated them that they did various dodgy things to get staying up still longer." "Me Tiger Lily. but she was far . and they accepted it humbly in that spirit. but Wendy. "It is good." that lovely creature would reply. as they grovelled at his feet. though glorying in having them all home again safe and sound. Peter Pan has spoken. but Peter thought it his due. but they were by no means so respectful to the other boys. smoking the pipe of peace. and cried. All night they sat above. Me no let pirates hurt him. and he would answer condescendingly. such as demanding bandages. and things like that. and looking almost as if they wanted tit-bits to eat. Peter had saved Tiger Lily from a dreadful fate. Secretly Wendy sympathised with them a little." he would say to them in a very lordly manner. "Peter Pan save me. and now there was nothing she and her braves would not do for him. "To bed. me his velly nice friend. Chapter 10 THE HAPPY HOME One important result of the brush [with the pirates] on the lagoon was that it made the redskins their friends." in a voice that had to be obeyed. They said "How-do?" to them. and gave out bandages to every one. "is glad to see the Piccaninny warriors protecting his wigwam from the pirates. she was awfully tender." Always when he said.hours late for bed. was scandalised by the lateness of the hour. and what annoyed the boys was that Peter seemed to think this all right.

as Wendy said. Slightly darling?" "Not quite empty. and Slightly seized his chance. but should refer the matter of dispute to Wendy by raising the right arm politely and saying." he cried promptly. We have now reached the evening that was to be known among them as the Night of Nights. and then excusing themselves by saying that Tootles had pushed their elbow. who had gone out to get the time.too loyal a housewife to listen to any complaints against father. the noise. "Father knows best. There was a fixed rule that they must never hit back at meals. what with their chatter and recriminations." Slightly said. and now the redskins in their blankets were at their posts above. as he is not here?" "Sit in father's chair. while. The meal happened to be a make-believe tea." she always said." but what usually happened was that they forgot to do this or did it too much. "Is your mug empty. had been almost uneventful. all except Peter. "I complain of Nibs. below. To be sure. and really. had held up his hand first. John!" Wendy was scandalised. This was telling. she did not mind noise." cried Wendy when for the twentieth time she had told them that they were not all to speak at once." . however. "Silence. "I complain of so-and-so. the children were having their evening meal. and they sat around the board. mummy. and then stay near him till the clock struck. "Well. "Certainly not. whatever her private opinion must be." Nibs interposed. guzzling in their greed. as if quietly gathering its forces. after looking into an imaginary mug. Her private opinion was that the redskins should not call her a squaw. The day. The way you got the time on the island was to find the crocodile. John?" "May I sit in Peter's chair. was positively deafening. John. but she simply would not have them grabbing things. because of its adventures and their upshot. "He hasn't even begun to drink his milk.

you would let me be baby?" "No." Once Tootles began. Michael. indeed." they all replied. "I hadn't really any hope. He was already in his basket. "that I could be father." Michael rapped out. "I don't suppose. he had a silly way of going on." cried the twins." ." he said heavily. indeed he was the only humble one. Tootles." "As I can't be anything important. "He didn't even know how a father does till I showed him. Tootles held up his hand. "would any of you like to see me do a trick?" "No. "it's awfully difficult to be a twin." "I complain of the twins." Tootles said diffidently [bashfully or timidly]." replied the twins." he said." Tootles said. "As I can't be baby. "We complain of John."He is not really our father." "The twins began with cheese-cakes. "As I can't be father." said Tootles." "Curly is taking both butter and honey. "Slightly is coughing on the table. The hateful telling broke out again." This was grumbling. "do you think I could be a twin?" "No. He was so much the humblest of them. Then at last he stopped." John answered. "No. "I don't suppose." "Nibs is speaking with his mouth full. which was not very often. I won't. getting heavier and heavier and heavier. that Wendy was specially gentle with him.

but we are looking on it for the last time." said Peter." Michael whispered to Curly. old lady. was the first to recognize it." "I complain of Nibs."I complain of Curly. As so often before." Above. He likes you to meet him at the door. I hear your father's step." While she sewed they played around her. "I'm too big for a cradle." cried Wendy. you know. "Children. He had brought nuts for the boys as well as the correct time for Wendy." And then. you just spoil them." She told them to clear away. "I complain of Michael. as so often before. "and you are the littlest. "I'm sure I sometimes think that spinsters are to be envied. "It was me told him mothers are called old lady. you may be sure. but never again." said Curly instantly. "Wendy." "Oh dear." she said almost tartly. the gay children dragged him from his tree. in the home under the ground. braves." remonstrated [scolded] Michael. oh dear. the redskins crouched before Peter. "Ah. and sat down to her work-basket. hanging up his gun. I have spoken. There was a step above. A cradle is such a nice homely thing to have about a house." "I must have somebody in a cradle. . It had become a very familiar scene. this. such a group of happy faces and dancing limbs lit up by that romantic fire. and Wendy. a heavy load of stockings and every knee with a hole in it as usual. "Peter. "Watch well." Wendy simpered [exaggerated a smile].

" "It is sweet." cried Wendy. but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night." said Peter." Wendy said." She went to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Peter. relenting." "Dance away." "What." "Michael takes after you. "the mother of such an armful. I think Curly has your nose. at least it may have been. but they must put on their nighties first. "People of our figure." Peter was really the best dancer among them. "Of course it is Saturday night. Peter. and then they did it." So they were told they could dance. but he pretended to be scandalised." Peter said aside to Wendy. my little man. "there is nothing more pleasant of an evening for you and me when the day's toil is over than to rest by the fire with the little ones near by.The first twin came to Peter. . "But we want you to dance. old lady. frightfully gratified. Peter. we want to dance." "True. warming himself by the fire and looking down at her as she sat turning a heel. It was not really Saturday night. isn't it?" Wendy said. who was in high good humour. dance!" "But on a Saturday night. Wendy!" "But it is only among our own progeny [children]. true. "Me! My old bones would rattle!" "And mummy too." Slightly insinuated. for they had long lost count of the days. "Father. "Ah.

like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep. Wendy?" he asked anxiously." she asked." she said. and went and sat by herself at the extreme end of the room." she replied. blinking. but he looked at her uncomfortably." "But not really." he said. Now we know why she was prejudiced against the redskins. Wendy. it is not." Wendy said primly [formally and properly]." he said." Wendy retorted scornfully." Wendy replied with frightful emphasis. "You see. a little nettled." she said." "But they are ours. "Not if you don't wish it. very well." "Oh. a little scared. that I am their father?" "Oh yes." Certainly he did not want a change. "what are your exact feelings to [about] me?" "Those of a devoted son." "Oh yes." he continued apologetically. you know. Peter. "Peter." Peter said. indeed. do you?" "No. yours and mine. frankly puzzled. isn't it. There is something she wants to be to me. "with such a large family." "No. Tinker Bell will tell you. "and Tiger Lily is just the same. and she distinctly heard his sigh of relief." "I thought so. "it would make me seem so old to be their real father. what is it?" "I was just thinking. "Peter. "Perhaps Tinker Bell will tell me. Wendy. "Then what is it?" "It isn't for a lady to tell. trying to speak firmly. "It is only make-believe. of course. but she says it is not my mother. I have now passed my best."Dear Peter. "You are so queer. . but you don't want to [ex]change me.

the pillows insisted on one bout more. it is a dull beginning. But to-night he remained on his stool. Usually when she began to tell this story he left the room or put his hands over his ears. and possibly if he had done either of those things this time they might all still be on the island. She had said it so often that Wendy needed no translation. let us pretend that it is the end. Such a delic iously creepy song it was. but the beginning was so fearfully dull that it appalled not only the others but himself. like partners who know that they may never meet again. the story they loved best. "She says she glories in being abandoned. The stories they told. Their ignorance gave them one more glad hour. in which they pretended to be frightened at their own shadows. So uproariously gay was the dance. and she little knew what was to happen before the night was out. and as it was to be their last hour on the island. "I almost agree with her. the story Peter hated. They sang and danced in their nightgowns." And then at last they all got into bed for Wendy's story. before it was time for Wendy's good-night story! Even Slightly tried to tell a story that night. and he said happily: "Yes. None of them knew. He had a sudden idea. If she had known she would not have snapped. and when it was finished. Chapter 11 ." Peter interpreted. little witting that so soon shadows would close in upon them. and how they buffeted each other on the bed and out of it! It was a pillow fight rather than a dance."She is an abandoned little creature. Perhaps it was best not to know. let us rejoice that there were sixty glad minutes in it." Here Tink. Fancy Wendy snapping! But she had been much tried. "Perhaps Tink wants to be my mother?" "You silly ass!" cried Tinker Bell in a passion." Wendy snapped. eavesdropping. squeaked out something impudent. and we shall see what happened. who was in her bedroom. I say. from whom they would shrink in real fear.

" "Oh dear. however beastly a story it might be in his opinion. "Are you glad. "There was once a gentleman -." said Tootles." cried the first twin. Nibs?" "Rather." said Nibs. determined that she should have fair play." John said. Twins?" "We are glad. then." sighed Wendy. mummy. don't you? She is not dead. settling down to her story.WENDY'S STORY "Listen. and -. "The gentleman's name. is she?" "Oh. "I think I knew them. "Little less noise there." said Wendy." "Oh." "Are you glad." Curly said. you know." their mother admonished [cautioned] them. "and what do you think they had?" ." Wendy continued. and her name was Mrs." "I knew them." Peter called out." explained Wendy. Darling. "Quiet." "Are you glad." said Michael rather doubtfully. "I wish he had been a white rat. "There was a lady also. "you mean that there is a lady also." "I had rather he had been a lady. "They were married. "was Mr. no. to annoy the others. with Michael at her feet and seven boys in the bed." "I am awfully glad she isn't dead. John?" "Of course I am. Darling.

where the lost children are. "was one of the lost children called Tootles?" "Yes." "Oo!" they all moaned. inspired." cried Nibs. but I just thought they did!" "O Wendy. you are one. "I don't know how it is." "I just thought they did." "It's an awfully good story." said John. Twin." "Descendants are only children. "Now these three children had a faithful nurse called Nana. "to the Neverland." sighed Wendy. Darling was angry with her and chained her up in the yard." the first twin said cheerfully." Wendy continued. . who knew the story by heart. John? I am a descendant. though they were not really considering the feelings of the unhappy parents one jot. and so all the children flew away." said Nibs. They had three descendants. Tootles." "It's awfully puzzling. "They flew away. but Mr. "Oh dear." Curly broke in excitedly." "Hush. "No. I am in a story." "I am in a story. "Think of the empty beds!" "Oo!" "It's awfully sad." "What is descendants?" "Well."White rats. Nibs. Now I want you to consider the feelings of the unhappy parents with all their children flown away." cried Tootles. "Quiet." said Tootles." "Did you hear that. Hurrah. he was. oh dear.

Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world. "Can it be -.yes -.' says Wendy pointing upwards. "You see. and they all gave themselves the twist that makes peeps into the future easier." Wendy said complacently. which is . Ah." That was the story." said Wendy. every bit as excited as if he didn't know. and who is this elegant lady of uncertain age alighting at London Station?" "O Wendy."I don't see how it can have a happy ending. Everything just as it should -. over which we draw a veil. bracing herself up for her finest effort." said the second twin. Nibs?" "I do just. hitting Nibs with a pillow. "Years have rolled by." "Did they ever go back?" "Let us now. `there is the window still standing open. "Do you like a mother's love. now grown to man's estate? Can they be John and Michael? They are!" "Oh!" "`See. "I do like a mother's love.the fair Wendy!" "Oh!" "And who are the two noble portly figures accompanying her. dear brothers." "If you knew how great is a mother's love. and pen cannot describe the happy scene. "take a peep into the future". hitting back. who is she?" cried Nibs." She had now come to the part that Peter hated. and they were as pleased with it as the fair narrator herself. "Do you. so they stayed away for years and had a lovely is -." said Tootles. Nibs?" "I'm frightfully anxious." said Nibs.' So up they flew to their mummy and daddy. "our heroine knew that the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by. "you would have no fear. now we are rewarded for our sublime faith in a mother's love." Wendy told them triumphantly. you see.

The toads! Still it is best to be careful. They knew in what they called their hearts that one can get on quite well ." she said. running to him. "What is it. "Long ago. and when Wendy finished he uttered a hollow groan. "Are you sure mothers are like that?" "Yes." he said." I am not sure that this was true." So this was the truth about mothers. so alarming was his agitation. Peter?" "It isn't that kind of pain. But there was one there who knew better. you are wrong about mothers. and with a fine candour he told them what he had hitherto concealed. "I thought like you that my mother would always keep the window open for me." cried John and Michael together. "Where is it. but the window was barred. thinking he was ill. and there was another little boy sleeping in my bed. and it scared them. and no one knows so quickly as a child when he should give in.what children are. but so attractive. but Peter thought it was true. for mother had forgotten all about me. and we have an entirely selfish time. and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it. lower down than his chest. confident that we shall be rewarded instead of smacked." They all gathered round him in affright. "Not to-night?" asked the lost boys bewildered. So great indeed was their faith in a mother's love that they felt they could afford to be callous for a bit longer. and then flew back. let us [let's] go home. Peter?" she cried. clutching them. "Then what kind is it?" "Wendy. "Yes. She felt him solicitously." Peter replied darkly. "Wendy. so I stayed away for moons and moons and moons.

a grown-up dies." she cried. But of course he cared very much. however. and Peter was killing them off vindictively as fast as possible. "Peter. as usual." In her extremity an instinct told her to which of them to turn. that as soon as he got inside his tree he breathed intentionally quick short breaths at the rate of about five to a second. chain her up." he replied. Panic-stricken at the thought of losing Wendy the lost boys had advanced upon her threateningly. he was going to show her. and she said to him rather sharply. was Peter. and he was so full of wrath against grown-ups. He did this because there is a saying in the Neverland that." they cried. who. ." Wendy replied resolutely. "I appeal to you." This dread made her forgetful of what must be Peter's feelings. Then having given the necessary instructions to the redskins he returned to the home. For that one moment he dropped his silliness and spoke with dignity. quite the silliest one. Not so much as a sorry-to-lose-you between them! If she did not mind the parting." "Ay. and that it is only the mothers who think you can't. were spoiling everything. will you make the necessary arrangements?" "If you wish it. every time you breathe. "It will be worse than before she came. where an unworthy scene had been enacted in his absence. as coolly as if she had asked him to pass the nuts.without a mother. did Tootles respond." Was it not strange? She appealed to Tootles. that neither did he." "Let's keep her prisoner. "Tootles. "We shan't let her go. for the horrible thought had come to her: "Perhaps mother is in half mourning by this time. "At once. Grandly.

Tink. The others held back uneasily. Then Peter returned." he said. "if you don't get up and dress at once I will open the curtains. "She says she won't!" Nibs exclaimed." he said. Wake her. as flying tires you so. But the first who does not behave to Wendy like an English gentleman I will blood him severely." "Thank you. In the meantime the boys were gazing very forlornly at Wendy." Nibs had to knock twice before he got an answer." he continued. and then we shall all see you in your negligee [nightgown]." Of course Tink had been delighted to hear that Wendy was going. "Tink. and she said so in still more offensive language. but also because they felt that she was going off to something nice to which they had not been invited." he rapped out. He would keep no girl in the Neverland against her will. in the short sharp voice of one accustomed to be obeyed. aghast at such insubordination. though Tink had really been sitting up in bed listening for some time. Then she pretended to be asleep again. and for that instant his sun was at noon. Nibs." "Then." Nibs called. "and nobody minds me. "You are to get up. but she was jolly well determined not to be her courier. now equipped with John and Michael for the journey."I am just Tootles. "and take Wendy on a journey." This made her leap to the floor. whereupon Peter went sternly toward the young lady's chamber. "Wendy. striding up and down. "I have asked the redskins to guide you through the wood. not merely because they were about to lose her. "Tinker Bell will take you across the sea. and they saw at once that they would get no support from him. "Who are you? How dare you? Go away." she cried. Peter. By this time they were dejected." He drew back his hanger. "Who said I wasn't getting up?" she cried. Novelty was .

" "Yes. and she always shook the bottle and counted the drops." She loved to give them medicine. pretending indifference. but really they scarcely cared. though it was rather undignified. "But won't they think us rather a handful?" Nibs asked in the middle of his jump. "Get your things. "Oh no. Peter. rapidly thinking it out. . they can be hidden behind the screens on first Thursdays. Of course it was only water. however. Wendy. She had to run about after him. and immediately they rushed to get their things. They took it for granted that if they went he would go also. can we go?" they all cried imploringly. to desert their dearest ones." he answered. Peter." To show that her departure would leave him unmoved. but it was out of a bottle.beckoning to them as usual." "No." Wendy said. for just as she had prepared it. playing gaily on his heartless pipes. "I am going to give you your medicine before you go. On this occasion. thinking she had put everything right. "it will only mean having a few beds in the drawing-room. but each of the boys was thinking exclusively of himself." Peter replied with a bitter smile." said Wendy. she saw a look on his face that made her heart sink. "And now." The invitation was meant specially for Peter. which gave it a certain medicinal quality. Thus children are ever ready. "No. "Dear ones. and at once they jumped with joy. he skipped up and down the room. Peter. and undoubtedly gave them too much. "I am not going with you." "Peter. "if you will all come with me I feel almost sure I can get my father and mother to adopt you." she said. shaking." she cried. Crediting them with a nobler feeling Wendy melted. when novelty knocks. "All right. she did not give Peter his draught [portion].

and an awkward pause followed. quite as if they must really go now. he no longer missed her. Their first thought was that if Peter was not going he had probably changed his mind about letting them go." "And you will take your medicine?" "Yes. and remembered only their bad points. and I just want always to be a little boy and to have fun. Peter -. "Yes. their faces said. Peter?" she said. She had to take his hand. and there was no indication that he would prefer a thimble. no." "No. for he had something important to do. He had thought them out. their sticks over their backs. "I hope you will like them. Wendy"." Peter not coming! They gazed blankly at him. But he was far too proud for that. and he held out his hand cheerily. After all. "No." cried Peter." "But." she coaxed. if Peter had ever quite had a mother." he told Wendy decisively. Now. "perhaps she would say I was old. "Peter isn't coming." The awful cynicism of this made an uncomfortable impression. lingering over him. good-bye." That seemed to be everything. He could do very well without one." he said darkly. no blubbering. She was always so particular about their flannels. "If you find your mothers. were they not noodles to want to go? "Now then."To find your mother. "You will remember about changing your flannels." And so the others had to be told. and most of them began to look rather doubtful. and on each stick a bundle. . "no fuss.

Mouths opened and remained open. The brushwood closes behind them. Above. where all had been so still. for it was at this moment that the pirates made their dreadful attack upon the redskins. The white men have in the meantime made a rude stockade on the summit of yonder undulating ground. Chapter 12 THE CHILDREN ARE CARRIED OFF The pirate attack had been a complete surprise: a sure proof that the unscrupulous Hook had conducted it improperly. among the grass without stirring a blade. ay. "Ay. snake-like. the inexperienced ones clutching their revolvers and treading on twigs. as if suddenly blown in his direction. The cry is answered by other braves. the air was rent with shrieks and the clash of steel. but her arms were extended toward Peter. "Are you ready. Not a sound is to be heard. at which time he knows the courage of the whites to be at its lowest ebb. for it is destruction to be too far from water. and some of them do it even better than the coyotes. There they await the onslaught. save when they give vent to a wonderful imitation of the lonely call of the coyote. they were beseeching him mutely not to desert them. however. who are not very good at it. but no one followed her. the same he thought he had slain Barbecue with. but the old hands sleeping tranquilly until just before the dawn. Tinker Bell?" he called out. he seized his sword. at the foot of which a stream runs.Peter. as silently as sand into which a mole has dived. So the chill hours wear on. and the long suspense is horribly trying to the paleface who has to live through it for the first time." "Then lead the way. Below. As for Peter. Through the long black night the savage scouts wriggle. All arms were extended to him. for to surprise redskins fairly is beyond the wit of the white man. but to the trained hand those ghastly calls and still . and the lust of battle was in his eye. By all the unwritten laws of savage warfare it is always the redskin who attacks. there was dead silence. was not the kind that breaks down before other people. Wendy fell on her knees." Tink darted up the nearest tree. and with the wiliness of his race he does it just before the dawn.

The Piccaninnies. Around the brave Tiger Lily were a dozen of her stoutest warriors. on their part. of the exquisite tortures to which they were to put him at break of day. Here dreaming. No more would they torture at the stake. Even then they had time to gather in a phalanx [dense formation] that would . Every foot of ground between the spot where Hook had landed his forces and the home under the trees was stealthily examined by braves wearing their mocassins with the heels in front. on he pounded with no policy but to fall to [get into combat]. Everything being thus mapped out with almost diabolical cunning. but trot helplessly after him. but as their father's sons they acquitted themselves.ghastlier silences are but an intimation of how the night is marching. For them the happy hunting-grounds was now. they knew that the pirates were on the island from the moment one of them trod on a dry stick. masters as they were of every war-like artifice save this one. here he must establish himself and wait for just before the dawn. and in an incredibly short space of time the coyote cries began. awaiting the cold moment when they should deal pale death. the main body of the redskins folded their blankets around them. and their whole action of the night stands out in marked contrast to his. That this was the usual procedure was so well known to Hook that in disregarding it he cannot be excused on the plea of ignorance. What could the bewildered scouts do. though wide-awake. They found only one hillock with a stream at its base. They left nothing undone that was consistent with the reputation of their tribe. so that Hook had no choice. From the accounts afterwards supplied by such of the scouts as escaped the carnage. those confiding savages were found by the treacherous Hook. though it is certain that in that grey light he must have seen it: no thought of waiting to be attacked appears from first to last to have visited his subtle mind. With that alertness of the senses which is at once the marvel and despair of civilised peoples. Fell from their eyes then the film through which they had looked at victory. and they suddenly saw the perfidious pirates bearing down upon them. he does not seem even to have paused at the rising ground. the pearl of manhood squatted above the children's home. he would not even hold off till the night was nearly spent. They knew it. and in the phlegmatic manner that is to them. exposing themselves fatally to view. trusted implicitly to his honour. while they gave pathetic utterance to the coyote cry.

Peter was such a small boy that one tends to wonder at the man's hatred of him. to disturb the Spanish Main no more. and the Alsatian Foggerty. It was Pan he wanted. but this they were forbidden to do by the traditions of their race. they gathered at a discreet distance from his hook. the tradition gallantly upheld. On the other hand. One cannot at least withhold a reluctant admiration for the wit that had conceived so bold a scheme. Thus terrible as the sudden appearance of the pirates must have been to them. and the fell [deadly] genius with which it was carried out. It is no part of ours to describe what was a massacre rather than a fight. who ultimately cut a way through the pirates with Tiger Lily and a small remnant of the tribe. To what extent Hook is to blame for his tactics on this occasion is for the historian to decide. they seized their weapons. What were his own feelings about himself at that triumphant moment? Fain [gladly] would his dogs have known. Turley. Not all unavenged did they die. not a muscle moving. for with Lean Wolf fell Alf Mason. and the air was torn with the war-cry. for it was not the redskins he had come out to destroy. but chiefly Pan. he stood aloof from his followers in spirit as in substance. they were but the bees to be smoked. Pan and Wendy and their band. but it was now too late. Scourie. and among others who bit the dust were Geo. so that the whole question is beset with difficulties. they remained stationary for a moment. Elation must have been in his heart. this. as if the foe had come by invitation. The night's work was not yet over. as destroying the element of surprise. but his face did not reflect it: ever a dark and solitary enigma. Turley fell to the tomahawk of the terrible Panther. as breathing heavily and wiping their cutlasses. Thus perished many of the flower of the Piccaninny tribe. but even this and the increased insecurity of life to .have been hard to break had they risen quickly. What he should perhaps have done was to acquaint his opponents that he proposed to follow a new method. It is written that the noble savage must never express surprise in the presence of the white. and squinted through their ferret eyes at this extraordinary man. Then. so that he should get at the honey. would have made his strategy of no avail. True he had flung Hook's arm to the crocodile. Chas. and in judging him it is only fair to take this into account. indeed. Had he waited on the rising ground till the proper hour he and his men would probably have been butchered.

This had got on Hook's nerves." he muttered. they also heard Peter's answer. The pandemonium above has ceased almost as suddenly as it arose. for strict silence had been enjoined [urged]." he said. hardly account for a vindictiveness so relentless and malignant.which it led. it was not his engaging appearance." the miscreants heard Peter cry. In the meantime. it was not --. Never. and at night it disturbed him like an insect. It was not his courage. "You will never hear the tom-tom again. turned as it were into stone figures. It was Peter's cockiness. for they knew he would not scruple [hesitate] to ram them down with poles. There is no beating about the bush. To his amazement Hook signed him to beat the tom-tom. heard the question put by every boy. probably. passed like a fierce gust of wind. and alas. for we know quite well what it was. "If the redskins have won. "The tom-tom. or how to get his dogs down? He ran his greedy eyes over them. They wriggled uncomfortably. and then stopped to listen gleefully. "they will beat the tomtom. and was at that moment sitting on it. and their arms fall to their sides. open-mouthed. it is always their sign of victory. While Peter lived. searching for the thinnest ones. owing to the crocodile's pertinacity [persistance]. the tortured man felt that he was a lion in a cage into which a sparrow had come. all appealing with outstretched arms to Peter. but they know that in the passing it has determined their fate. but inaudibly of course. it made his iron claw twitch. and have got to tell. Twice Smee beat upon the instrument. and slowly there came to Smee an understanding of the dreadful wickedness of the order. The truth is that there was a something about Peter which goaded the pirate captain to frenzy. listening avidly at the mouths of the trees." Now Smee had found the tom-tom. and we return to them as their mouths close. Which side had won? The pirates. The question now was how to get down the trees. had this simple man admired Hook so much. what of the boys? We have seen them at the first clang of the weapons. "an Indian victory!" .

They smirked at each other and rubbed their hands. who flung him to Starkey. He did it with such an air. All went well until Slightly's turn came. he was so frightfully DISTINGUE [imposingly distinguished]. and so he was tossed from one to another till he fell at the feet of the black pirate. Had she haughtily unhanded him (and we should have loved to write it of her). He rose out of it into the arms of Cecco. who flung him to Noodler. but all their other feelings were swallowed by a base delight that the enemy were about to come up the trees. who came last. With ironical politeness Hook raised his hat to her. and the others to arrange themselves in a line two yards apart. All the boys were plucked from their trees in this ruthless manner. The first to emerge from his tree was Curly. doubled up with their knees close to their ears. she would have been hurled through the air like the others. that she was too fascinated to cry out. A different treatment was accorded to Wendy. and had he not been at the tying he would not have discovered Slightly's secret. offering her his arm. They were tied to prevent their flying away. who flung him to Smee. and then Hook would probably not have been present at the tying of the children. and for the trussing of them the black pirate had cut a rope into nine equal pieces. and several of them were in the air at a time. and. Perhaps it is tell-tale to divulge that for a moment Hook entranced her. and almost immediately they repeated their good-byes to Peter. who flung him to Bill Jukes. This puzzled the pirates. Rapidly and silently Hook gave his orders: one man to each tree. escorted her to the spot where the others were being gagged. and we tell on her only because her slip led to strange results. when he was found to be like those irritating parcels that use up all the string in going . She was only a little girl. and without the secret he could not presently have made his foul attempt on Peter's life.The doomed children answered with a cheer that was music to the black hearts above. like bales of goods flung from hand to hand. Chapter 13 DO YOU BELIEVE IN FAIRIES? The more quickly this horror is disposed of the better.

He indicated that the little house must be used as a conveyance. While his dogs were merely sweating because every time they tried to pack the unhappy lad tight in one part he bulged out in another. his hat of ill omen on the sward. four stout pirates raised it on their shoulders. probing not for effects but for causes. he had swelled in consequence to his present girth.round and leave no tags [ends] with which to tie a knot. and make sure that it provided him with a passage. most wretched of all the children now. which was this. Intently he listened for any sound from the nether . and singing the hateful pirate chorus the strange procession set off through the wood. Then for long he remained brooding. knew that Hook had surprised [discovered] his secret. so that any gentle breeze which had arisen might play refreshingly through his hair. The children were flung into it. Hook's master mind had gone far beneath Slightly's surface. for he was in a panic about Peter. but no word of the dark design that now formed in the subterranean caverns of his mind crossed his lips. a brave though tiny jet of smoke issued from its chimney as if defying Hook. I don't know whether any of the children were crying. Again Hook's genius surmounted difficulties. the singing drowned the sound. Slightly. unknown to the others. just as you kick the parcel (though in fairness you should kick the string). His lip was curled with malicious triumph. he merely signed that the captives were to be conveyed to the ship. Sufficient of this Hook guessed to persuade him that Peter at last lay at his mercy. and his exultation showed that he had found them. Hook saw it. whittled his tree to make it fit him. but most of the way lay through a morass. but as the little house disappeared in the forest. How to convey them? Hunched up in their ropes they might indeed be rolled down hill like barrels. and strange to say it was Hook who told them to belay their violence. and it did Peter a bad service. white to the gills. if so. Dark as were his thoughts his blue eyes were as soft as the periwinkle. The pirates kicked him in their rage. the others fell in behind. and instead of reducing himself to fit his tree he had. It dried up any trickle of pity for him that may have remained in the pirate's infuriated breast. The first thing he did on finding himself alone in the fast falling night was to tiptoe to Slightly's tree. and that he would be alone. that no boy so blown out could use a tree wherein an average man need stick. bitterly regretted what he had done. Poor Slightly. Madly addicted to the drinking of water when he was hot.

but the only one on which greedy gaze rested. which was open. biting at his breath. to vex her still more. and stood again. Did no feeling of compassion disturb his sombre breast? The man was not . long sought for and found at last. and they were more painful than the dreams of other boys. which was dripping like a candle. Sometimes. silently. As eyes became accustomed to the dim light various objects in home under the trees took shape. so as to grieve Wendy. but for a moment he had to stop there and wipe his brow. save by going down. He arrived unmolested at the foot of the shaft. Then he lay down on the bed outside the coverlet. and when he grew calmer to put him back to bed before he quite woke up. Hook let his cloak slip softly to the ground. for she had always tucked them inside it. was great bed. Peter had continued. which had almost left him. and then biting his lips till a lewd blood stood on them. But on this occasion he had fallen at once into a dreamless sleep. so he laughed a haughty laugh and fell asleep in the middle of it. Then. soothing him in dear ways of her own invention. For hours he could not be separated from these dreams. he had dreams. with his dagger in his hand? There was no way of knowing. one leg was arched. he stepped into the tree. On the bed lay Peter fast asleep. They had to do. because you never know that you may not grow chilly at the turn of the night. for a little time after the children left. Was that boy asleep. the house under the ground seemed to be but one more empty tenement in the void. but all was as silent below as above. but it struck him how indignant she would be if he laughed instead. I think. Then he decided not to take his medicine. he let himself go into the unknown. though not often. to play gaily on his pipes: no doubt rather a forlorn attempt to prove to himself that he did not care. Then he nearly cried. One arm dropped over the edge of the bed. with the riddle of his existence. or did he stand waiting at the foot of Slightly's still his the his the Unaware of the tragedy being enacted above. At such times it had been Wendy's custom to take him out of bed and sit with him on her lap. and the unfinished part of his laugh was stranded on his mouth. so that he should not know of the indignity to which she had subjected him. Thus defenceless Hook found him. though he wailed piteously in them. showing the little pearls. He stood silent at the foot of the tree looking across the chamber at his enemy. He was a brave man.

and leapt at the sleeper. but it was in exultation rather than in shame. will never again. They steeled Hook's heart. and. Though a light from the one lamp shone dimly on the bed. taken together. but for one thing. and at the first stealthy step forward he discovered an obstacle. stole away through the trees. the idyllic nature of the scene stirred him profoundly. and immediately knew that the sleeper was in his power. blended by himself of all the deathdealing rings that had come into his possession. Hook always carried about his person a dreadful drug. Hook stood in darkness himself. As he did it he avoided glancing at the sleeper. holding one end in front as if to conceal his person from the night. beyond his reach. These he had boiled down into a yellow liquid quite unknown to science. one may hope. Mastered by his better self he would have returned reluctantly up the tree. As he emerged at the top he looked the very spirit of evil breaking from its hole. Five drops of this he now added to Peter's cup. he loved flowers (I have been told) and sweet music (he was himself no mean performer on the harpsichord). It did not entirely fill the aperture. Donning his hat at its most rakish angle. He fathomed what it was straightaway. which was probably the most virulent poison in existence. Lest he should be taken alive. he wound his cloak around him. Peter slept on. To his disordered brain it seemed then that the irritating quality in Peter's face and figure visibly increased. merely to avoid spilling. he found to his fury that it was low down. and he rattled the door and flung himself against it. The open mouth. The light guttered [burned to edges] and . the door of Slightly's tree. the arched knee: they were such a personification of cockiness as. and turning. Was his enemy to escape him after all? But what was that? The red in his eye had caught sight of Peter's medicine standing on a ledge within easy reach.wholly evil. let it be frankly admitted. What stayed him was Peter's impertinent appearance as he slept. be presented to eyes so sensitive to their offensiveness. and he had been looking over it. If his rage had broken him into a hundred pieces every one of them would have disregarded the incident. of which it was the blackest part. and muttering strangely to himself. His hand shook. wormed his way with difficulty up the tree. the drooping arm. but not lest pity should unnerve him. Then one long gloating look he cast upon his victim. Feeling for the catch.

His hand closed on the fatal draught. Then he spoke. leaving the tenement in darkness. in a lovely bell-like voice. and quickly he unbarred to her. you could never guess!" she cried." Peter cried. as long as the ribbons that conjurers [magicians] pull from their mouths. who had heard Hook mutter about his . Peter felt for his dagger till his hand gripped it. Peter. Peter's heart bobbed up and down as he listened. it filled the aperture [opening]. she who loved everything to be just so! "I'll rescue her!" he cried. It must have been not less than ten o'clock by the crocodile. but still he slept. He could take his medicine. "What is it?" "Oh. Then at last the visitor spoke." It was Tink. It was a soft cautious tapping on the door of his tree. but in that stillness it was sinister. leaping at his weapons. and on the pirate ship. She flew in excitedly.went out. and he loved being thrilled. and in one ungrammatical sentence. He was thrilled. Unlike Slightly's door. "Who are you?" No answer. Soft and cautious. so that he could not see beyond it. "Out with it!" he shouted. "Who is that?" For long there was no answer: then again the knock. her face flushed and her dress stained with mud. when he suddenly sat up in his bed. "Let me in. "I won't open unless you speak. In two strides he reached the door. As he leapt he thought of something he could do to please her. "No!" shrieked Tinker Bell. she told of the capture of Wendy and the boys. Wendy bound. nor could the one knocking see him. and offered him three guesses. wakened by he knew not what.

quite believing himself "I never fell asleep. How could Hook have got down here?" Alas. Tink?" Her wings would scarcely carry her now. Nevertheless Hook's words had left no room for doubt. "Why not?" "It is poisoned. Tinker Bell could not explain this. did you drink it to save me?" "Yes. The cup was poisoned." she told him softly. lay down on the bed. and with one of her lightning movements Tink got between his lips and the draught. for even she did not know the dark secret of Slightly's tree. tottering to her chamber." "O Tink. suddenly afraid. ." "Poisoned? Who could have poisoned it?" "Hook. His head almost filled the fourth wall of her little room as he knelt near her in distress. "and now I am going to be dead." He raised the cup.deed as he sped through the forest. time for deeds. Already she was reeling in the air. and drained it to the dregs." and then. No time for words now. but in reply she alighted on his shoulder and gave his nose a loving bite. She whispered in his ear "You silly ass. Tink." "Don't be silly. and he knew that if it went out she would be no more. Every moment her light was growing fainter. "What is the matter with you?" cried Peter. She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it." said Peter." "But why. "It was poisoned. "Why. Peter. how dare you drink my medicine?" But she did not answer. "Besides.

don't let Tink die. but she would have like to get at the ones who had hissed. and who were therefore nearer to him than you think: boys and girls in their nighties. It was not such a night as he would have chosen. Some didn't. She fancied she heard answers in the affirmative. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies. and it was night time.Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. then she popped out of bed. then she was flashing through the room more merry and impudent than ever." Many clapped. "If you believe." he shouted to them. "What do you think?" she asked Peter. but already Tink was saved. "And now to rescue Wendy!" The moon was riding in a cloudy heaven when Peter rose from his tree. She never thought of thanking those who believed. but in that fitful light to have flown low would have meant trailing his shadow through the trees. but he addressed all who might be dreaming of the Neverland. thus disturbing birds and acquainting a watchful foe that he was astir. keeping not far from the ground so that nothing unwonted should escape his eyes. and naked papooses in their baskets hung from trees. Then he made it out. begirt [belted] with weapons and wearing little else. . There were no children there. as if countless mothers had rushed to their nurseries to see what on earth was happening. First her voice grew strong. to set out upon his perilous quest. He had hoped to fly. A few beasts hissed. "clap your hands. and then again she wasn't sure. The clapping stopped suddenly. Tink sat up in bed almost briskly to listen to her fate. "Do you believe?" he cried. Peter flung out his arms.

he darted across a space on which the moonlight played. low in the water. through which no sound from her could have reached the shore. and scarce needed that watchful eye. every beam in her detestable. She was the cannibal of the seas. if he had an opportunity. There was no other course but to press forward in redskin fashion. for he could not be sure that the children had been taken to the ship? A light fall of snow had obliterated all footmarks. not a movement. the JOLLY ROGER. and knew that in their dire hour they were not likely to forget it. There was little sound. a rakish-looking [speedy-looking] craft foul to the hull. Slightly.He regretted now that he had given the birds of the island such strange names that they are very wild and difficult of approach." Now he crawled forward like a snake. like ground strewn with mangled feathers. one finger on his lip and his dagger at the ready. Chapter 14 THE PIRATE SHIP One green light squinting over Kidd's Creek. the essence of the . He was frightfully happy. for she floated immune in the horror of her name. at which happily he was an adept [expert]. for instance. The upper world had called him. But in what direction. He had taught the children something of the forest lore that he had himself learned from Tiger Lily and Tinker Bell. marked where the brig. He swore this terrible oath: "Hook or me this time. and yet he knew well that sudden death might be at the next tree. The crocodile passed him. would blaze [cut a mark in] the trees. ever industrious and obliging. and a deathly silence pervaded the island. but would give no help. which is near the mouth of the pirate river. as if for a space Nature stood still in horror of the recent carnage. and none agreeable save the whir of the ship's sewing machine at which Smee sat. Curly would drop seeds. The morning was needed to search for such guidance. She was wrapped in the blanket of night. or stalking him from behind. lay. but not another living thing. and he could not wait. and Wendy would leave her handkerchief at some important place. not a sound. and again erect.

like hammering in the night when one cannot sleep. It was his hour of triumph. and more than once on summer evenings he had touched the fount of Hook's tears and made it flow. and he still adhered in his walk to the school's distinguished slouch. This inscrutable man never surrounded by his dogs. Peter had been removed for ever from his path. Hook was not his true name. and all the other boys were in the brig. To reveal who he really was would even at this date set the country in a blaze. but as those who read between the lines must already have guessed. and its traditions still clung to him like garments. But above all he retained the passion for good form. It was alone. It was his grimmest deed since the days when he had brought Barbecue to heel. others sprawled by barrels over games of dice and cards. lest he should claw them mechanically in passing. about to walk the plank. and the exhausted four who had carried the little house lay prone on the deck. Thus it was offensive to him even now to board a ship in the same dress in which he grappled [attacked] her. Smee was quite unconscious. but even strong men had to turn hastily from looking at him. pathetic Smee. He was often thus when communing the quietude of the night. Of this. Hook trod the deck in thought. he had been at a famous public school. A few of the pirates leant over the bulwarks. drinking in the miasma [putrid mist] of the night. he still knew that this is all that really matters. They were with himself on board ship in because he was so terribly felt more alone than when socially inferior to him. "Have you been good form to-day?" was their eternal question.commonplace. could we be surprised had he now paced the deck unsteadily. and through them came a stern tap-tap-tap. where even in their sleep they rolled skillfully to this side or that out of Hook's reach. bellied out by the winds of his success? But there was no elation in his gait. Hook was profoundly dejected. and knowing as we do how vain a tabernacle is man. unless it were because he was so pathetically unaware of it. I know not why he was so infinitely pathetic. Good form! However much he may have degenerated. which kept pace with the action of his sombre mind. . with which indeed they are largely concerned. O man unfathomable. as of almost everything else. From far within him he heard a creaking as of rusty portals.

"Better for Hook. was it not bad form to think about good form? His vitals were tortured by this problem."Fame. There came to him a presentiment of his early dissolution [death].what house?" came the cutting retort." he cried. who was the conviction that all children feared Feared him! Feared Smee! There was not a child on board the brig that night who did not already love him. "and Flint feared Barbecue. that glittering bauble. but they had only clung to him the more. envy not Hook. "I am the only man whom Barbecue feared. He had said horrid things to them and hit them with the palm of his hand. It was a claw within him sharper than the iron one. If Smee was . fame. To tell poor Smee that they thought him lovable! Hook itched to do it. Hook felt a gloomy desire to make his dying speech. "No little children to love me!" Strange that he should him before. under him." he urged. but it seemed too brutal. the perspiration dripped down his tallow [waxy] countenance and streaked his doublet. but there was no damming that trickle. it is mine. and as it tore him. which had never troubled sewing machine brought it to his mind. Flint -. perhaps the For long he muttered to hemming placidly. It was as if Peter's terrible oath had boarded the ship. Ofttimes he drew his sleeve across his face. lest presently there should be no time for it. he revolved this mystery in his mind: why do they find Smee lovable? He pursued the problem like the sleuth-hound that he was. Most disquieting reflection of all." he cried. himself. because he could not hit with his fist. Michael had tried on his spectacles. "Is it quite good form to be distinguished at anything?" the tap-tap from his school replied." "Barbecue. staring at Smee. Instead. think of this. "if he had had less ambition!" It was in his darkest hours only that he referred to himself in the third person. Ah.

Tootles hated the idea of signing under such a man." had been Wendy's instructions in the hold. "Are all the children chained. as if a bucket of water had passed over him. What arrested him was this reflection: "To claw a man because he is good form. "or I'll cast anchor in you". and fingering a pack of cards. He lolled at his ease. but he did not tear. and ranged in line in front of him. what was it that made him so? A terrible answer suddenly presented itself--"Good form?" Had the bo'sun good form without knowing it. which brought him to his feet at once. With a cry of rage he raised his iron hand over Smee's head. "Quiet. Ever and anon the light from his cigar gave a touch of colour to his face. but an instinct told him that it would be prudent to lay the responsibility on an absent person. bullies. "six of you walk the plank to-night. and he fell forward like a cut flower. all traces of human weakness gone." he said briskly." he cried. and they broke into a bacchanalian [drunken] dance. and at once the din was hushed. all except Wendy.lovable." The wretched prisoners were dragged from the hold." "Then hoist them up. "Now then. what would that be?" "Bad form!" The unhappy Hook was as impotent [powerless] as he was damp. discipline instantly relaxed. humming. For a time he seemed unconscious of their presence. you scugs. and though a somewhat silly . snatches of a rude song. not unmelodiously. so Tootles stepped forward politely. which is the best form of all? He remembered that you have to prove you don't know you have it before you are eligible for Pop [an elite social club at Eton]. so that they cannot fly away?" "Ay. His dogs thinking him out of the way for a time. ay. Which of you is it to be?" "Don't irritate him unnecessarily. but I have room for two cabin boys.

but he shone out now. would -. prep. as clever as the others. banging the barrel in front of Hook. sir. Through Hook's teeth came the answer: "You would have to swear. and John wanted him to decide." roared Hook. Slightly?" He winked at Slightly." "Stow this gab. "Shall we still be respectful subjects of the King?" John inquired.boy. "You. addressing John. "I once thought of calling myself Red-handed Jack. Didst never want to be a pirate. but make constant use of it.. John?" He wanted John to decide. and despise them for it." "What do you think. "Would your mother like you to be a pirate. my hearty?" Now John had sometimes experienced this hankering at maths. So Tootles explained prudently. Michael?" asked John." he cried." he said. "And a good name too. All children know this about mothers. and he was struck by Hook's picking him out. if you join. "I don't think so." he said diffidently. We'll call you that here." said the first twin. Twin?" "I don't think so. "you look as if you had a little pluck in you. who said mournfully. `Down with the King.'" Perhaps John had not behaved very well so far. he knew that mothers alone are always willing to be the buffer." Michael was naturally impressed. "Blackbeard Joe. I don't think my mother would like me to be a pirate. . "Then I refuse. boy. "You see. and the spokesmen were dragged back. "Nibs. bully. "What do you think." as if he wished things had been otherwise. "What would you call me if I join?" Michael demanded. Would your mother like you to be a pirate.

" Fine gentlemen though he was." At this moment Wendy was grand. But as the boys gathered round her she had no thought. as if he spoke in syrup. but he was too late. John. and suddenly he knew that she was gazing at it. "So. Nibs?" "What my mother hopes." But Hook had found his voice again." cried Michael. "I am going to do what my mother hopes. with a look of such frightful contempt that he nearly fainted. and Tootles cried out hysterically. but all that she saw was that the ship had not been tidied for years. save for them. . my beauty. "Are they to die?" asked Wendy. what are -. "These are my last words. Bring up their mother. "I feel that I have a message to you from your real mothers. "for a mother's last words to her children. and Hook roared out. To the boys there was at least some glamour in the pirate calling. But they tried to look brave when Wendy was brought up. the intensity of his communings had soiled his ruff. and it is this: `We hope our sons will die like English gentlemen. and she had already written it on several. "Rule Britannia!" squeaked Curly." he called gloatingly. What are you to do. Get the plank ready. of course. With a hasty gesture he tried to hide it. Twin?" "What my mother hopes." They were only boys."And I refuse. "They are. "Silence all. and they went white as they saw Jukes and Cecco preparing the fatal plank. "you are to see your children walk the plank." she said firmly. "That seals your doom. What are you to do. dear boys." said Hook. The infuriated pirates buffeted them in the mouth. There was not a porthole on the grimy glass of which you might not have written with your finger "Dirty pig".'" Even the pirates were awed." he snarled. No words of mine can tell you how Wendy despised those pirates.

all eyes averted from the thing that . He fell in a little heap. and that from being actors they were suddenly become spectators. They all heard it -. "See here. All knew that what was about to happen concerned him alone. he never heard the cry of anguish he hoped to wring from her. honey. The pirates respectfully cleared a passage for him. Left so fearfully alone. He heard something else instead. Wendy. The sound came steadily nearer. "Hide me!" he cried hoarsely. But he never reached her. any other man would have lain with his eyes shut where he fell: but the gigantic brain of Hook was still working. Hook smiled on them with his teeth closed. but toward Hook. not to the water whence the sound proceeded."Tie her up!" he shouted. It was as if he had been clipped at every joint. It is sad to know that not a boy was looking at her as Smee tied her to the mast. and in advance of it came this ghastly thought. "I would almost rather have no children at all. It was Smee who tied her to the mast. the eyes of all were on the plank: that last little walk they were about to take. as if knowing that it was no intrinsic part of what the attacking force wanted. for the capacity to think had gone from them." he whispered. It was the terrible tick-tick of the crocodile. they could stare and shiver only.pirates." But not even for Smee would she make such a promise. and under its guidance he crawled on the knees along the deck as far from the sound as he could go. They gathered round him. His intention was to turn her face so that she should see they boys walking the plank one by one. and it was only when he brought up against the bulwarks that he spoke. Very frightful was it to see the change that came over him. and immediately every head was blown in one direction. They were no longer able to hope that they would walk it manfully. boys." she said disdainfully [scornfully]. "The crocodile is about to board the ship!" Even the iron claw hung inactive. and took a step toward Wendy. "I'll save you if you promise to be my mother.

we suddenly discover that we have been deaf in one ear for we don't know how long. so that wild beasts should believe he was the crocodile and let him pass unmolested. but by and by he remembered that it had not been ticking. Then they got the strangest surprise of the Night of Nights. his legs encountering the water as if quite unaware that they had entered a new element. Thus." He had ticked so long that . for. say. like slaves to a fixed idea. Without giving a thought to what might be the feelings of a fellow-creature thus abruptly deprived of its closest companion. to take an instance. for it was no crocodile that was coming to their aid. but with one unforeseen result. When last we saw him he was stealing across the island with one finger to his lips and his dagger at the ready. and went straight on. but soon concluded rightly that the clock had run down. though whether with the purpose of regaining what it had lost. Only when Hook was hidden from them did curiosity loosen the limbs of the boys so that they could rush to the ship's side to see the crocodile climbing it. Chapter 15 "HOOK OR ME THIS TIME" Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time that they have happened. At first he thought this eerie. He ticked superbly. It was Fate. half an hour. Thus many animals pass from land to water. As he swam he had but one thought: "Hook or me this time. They had no thought of fighting it. and he decided to tick. and it followed him. He signed to them not to give vent to any cry of admiration that might rouse suspicion. Now such an experience had come that night to Peter.was coming aboard. or merely as a friend under the belief that it was again ticking itself. it was a stupid beast. but. The crocodile was among those who heard the sound. It was Peter. Peter began to consider how he could turn the catastrophe to his own use. will never be certainly known. He had seen the crocodile pass by without noticing anything peculiar about it. Peter reached the shore without mishap. Then he went on ticking. but no other human of whom I know.

John clapped his hands on the ill-fated pirate's mouth to stifle the dying groan. They could hear each other's distressed breathing now. and in a flash he understood the situation. he thought he had scaled her side as noiseless as a mouse. There was a splash. Four boys caught him to prevent the thud. for more than one pirate was screwing up his courage to look round. and he drew himself up firmly to his full height. which showed them that the more terrible sound had passed. and listened so intently that he could have caught the echo of the tick. There was not a sound. "How clever of me!" he thought at once. "All's still again. hating the boys more than ever because they had seen him unbend. vanished into the cabin. Now. and the carrion was cast overboard. The crocodile! No sooner did Peter remember it than he heard the ticking. and signed to the boys not to burst into applause. He broke into the villainous ditty: "Yo ho." Slowly Hook let his head emerge from his ruff. had not occurred to him. You walks along it so. the frisky plank. and he was amazed to see the pirates cowering from him. and then silence. time what happened by your watch.) None too soon. On the contrary.he now went on ticking without knowing that he was doing it. At first he thought the sound did come from the crocodile. though an ingenious idea. . with Hook in their midst as abject as if he had heard the crocodile. They he realised that he was doing it himself. reader. Peter. wiping off his spectacles." Smee said. Peter gave the signal. for to board the brig by help of the tick. "Then here's to Johnny Plank!" he cried brazenly. Peter struck true and deep. captain. every inch of him on tiptoe. and he looked behind him swiftly. "It's gone. It was at this moment that Ed Teynte the quartermaster emerged from the forecastle and came along the deck. He fell forward. yo ho. Had he known he would have stopped. How long has it taken? "One!" (Slightly had begun to count.

"The matter wi' him is he's dead. Then was heard a crowing sound which was well understood by the boys." said Hook. "Ay. "Two. almost gibbering." Cecco said. "Fetch the cat. "What's the matter with Bill Jukes. you know. his dogs joining in with him: "Yo ho. yo ho. "it's in the cabin. haggard. and he strode into the cabin. Its tails are nine.Till it goes down and you goes down To Davy Jones below!" To terrorize the prisoners the more. And when they're writ upon your back -. The Italian Cecco hesitated for a moment and then swung into the cabin. They followed him with their eyes. and when he finished he cried. the scratching cat. though with a certain loss of dignity." What was the last line will never be known. He tottered out. ay. "Bill Jukes dead!" cried the startled pirates. towering over him. "What was that?" cried Hook. he danced along an imaginary plank." The cabin! Peter was in the cabin! The children gazed at each other. Jukes. but to the pirates was almost more eerie than the screech. stabbed. no!" they cried so piteously that every pirate smiled. "The cabin's as black as a pit." said Jukes blithely. for of a sudden the song was stayed by a dreadful screech from the cabin. . grimacing at them as he sang." replied Cecco in a hollow voice. you dog?" hissed Hook. "Do you want a touch of the cat [`o nine tails] before you walk the plank?" At that they fell on their knees." said Slightly solemnly. they scarce knew that Hook had resumed his song. "No. It wailed through the ship. and died away.

" Cecco. With a despairing scream the pirate leapt upon Long Tom and precipitated himself into the sea."but there is something terrible in there: the thing you heard crowing." replied Starkey doggedly." The exultation of the boys." said Hook. "go back and fetch me out that doodle-doo. first flinging his arms despairingly. "Starkey's ringleader!" "Captain. crying "No. and now the red spark was in his eye." he thundered. . Hook rallied his dogs with a gesture." growled Starkey. "Did you say you would go. As he backed up Hook advanced. "My hook thinks you did. and again came a death-screech and again a crow. cowered before his captain. Starkey. "who is to bring me that doodle-doo?" "Wait till Cecco comes out. bravest of the brave. to humour the hook?" "I'll swing before I go in there. both were seen by Hook. by thunder!" Starkey cried. Starkey. "Shake hands." he said. Cecco?" he said musingly. no"." he said in his most steely voice. "I think I heard you volunteer. mercy!" Starkey whimpered." said Hook. purring again. Starkey looked round for help. No one spoke except Slightly. Starkey. "Is this mutiny?" asked Hook more pleasantly than ever. all of a tremble now. "I wonder if it would not be advisable. Cecco went. the lowering looks of the pirates. "'S'death and odds fish. crossing to him. and again he had the support of the crew. There was no more singing. "Cecco. but all deserted him. all listened now." said Hook. proffering his claw. "Three. "No. but Hook was purring to his claw. and the others took up the cry.

and Cookson cried." muttered Mullins." said Hook shortly. "did any other gentlemen say mutiny?" Seizing a lantern and raising his claw with a menacing gesture. but as he swung round on them now his face lit up again. "What of Cecco?" demanded Noodler. The boys. looking viciously at Hook. and one after another took up the cry." he said." said another. "that when he comes it's in the likeness of the wickedest man aboard. and the mutinous sounds again broke forth. without his lantern. "Lads. and devotedly they did his bidding. "he always boards the pirate craft last. His reluctance to return to the cabin impressed them all unfavourably. All pirates are superstitious. captain?" "They say. one. but Hook came staggering out. if he kills them. But not one dared to face the door. we're none the worse. who all this time had been ."Four. Had he a tail. were pushed into the cabin and the door was closed on them." "I've heard. "The ship's doomed!" At this the children could not resist raising a cheer. "I'll bring out that doodle-doo myself. we're so much the better." Hook said courteously. Wendy. "Something!" echoed Mullins." "Had he a hook." he cried to his crew." How Slightly longed to say it. Let them fight the doodle-doo for their lives. pretending to struggle. "He's as dead as Jukes. listen!" cried Hook. "Five. He wetted his lips to be ready. If they kill him. "now here's a notion. Open the cabin door and drive them in. and sped into the cabin." he said a little unsteadily. "And now. Yes. Hook had well-nigh forgotten his prisoners." said Slightly. "Now. captain?" asked Cookson insolently. and all listened. "Something blew out the light." For the last time his dogs admired Hook. "They do say the surest sign a ship's accurst is when there's one on board more than can be accounted for.

Then he took a great breath and crowed. no. and then nothing could have been easier than for them all to fly off together. "a man wi' a hook. Hook tried to hearten them. ready to cajole or strike as need be. It was for neither a scream nor a crow that she was watching. lads." Mullins hissed jeeringly. it was for the reappearance of Peter." Some of them remembered that this had been a saying of Flint's. In that frightful moment I think his fierce heart broke." replied the figure. it's the girl. and twice Hook essayed to speak and twice he failed. her cloak around him so that he should pass for her." cried Hook. and as he spoke Peter flung off his cloak." he said. "Lads. First signing them to hide. he whispered for her to conceal herself with the others. "Who's that?" "Peter Pan the avenger!" came the terrible answer. and he knew that if he took his eyes off them now they would leap at him. There's a Jonah aboard. "There's none can save you now. In the cabin he had found the thing for which he had gone in search: the key the would free the children of their manacles. "It's worth trying. . and they made a rush at the figure in the cloak. and they were panic-stricken. "Fling the girl overboard. missy. and himself took her place by the mast." they snarled.bound to the mast." they said doubtfully. She had not long to wait." "No." So when he had freed Wendy. armed with such weapons as they could find. Then they all knew who 'twas that had been undoing them in the cabin. an oath. "Hook or me this time. Never was luck on a pirate ship wi' a woman on board. "I've thought it out. To the pirates it was a voice crying that all the boys lay slain in the cabin. "There's one. but never quailing for an instant." "Ay. but one thing barred the way. but like the dogs he had made them they showed him their fangs. We'll right the ship when she's gone. and now they all stole forth. Peter cut Wendy's bonds.

sprang into the fray. boys." Thus suddenly Hook found himself face to face with -. and at them!" Peter's voice rang out. who did not fight.At last he cried.five -." "Dark and sinister man." "Proud and insolent youth. and again and again he hewed a clear space. Had the pirates kept together it is certain that they would have won.six -. "prepare to meet thy doom. "this is all your doing. and in another moment the clash of arms was resounding through the ship.eight -." cried the newcomer. where they were found by Slightly. "So. Again and again they closed upon him. For long the two enemies looked at one another. and was using him as a buckler [shield]. James Hook. and Peter with the strange smile upon his face. but the onset came when they were still unstrung. "Down. as he kept them at bay in that circle of fire. "Cleave him to the brisket!" but without conviction. Man to man they were the stronger." said Hook. Pan. striking wildly. Hook shuddering slightly. but ran about with a lantern which he flashed in their faces. "it is all my doing. who had just passed his sword through Mullins.nine ten -. "this man is mine. which enabled the boys to hunt in pairs and choose their quarry. They had done for his dogs. "have at thee.eleven. boys. The others drew back and formed a ring around them. There was little sound to be heard but the clang of weapons. but they fought on the defensive only. He had lifted up one boy with his hook." came the stern answer." Peter answered." said Hook at last. an occasional screech or splash. who seemed to have a charmed life." "Ay." . and they ran hither and thither. and Slightly monotonously counting -. but this man alone seemed to be a match for them all. each thinking himself the last survivor of the crew. when another. I think all were gone when a group of savage boys surrounded Hook. others hid in dark recesses. Some of the miscreants leapt into the sea. "Put up your swords. so that they were half blinded and fell as an easy prey to the reeking swords of the other boys.

And again darted in and pricked. which all this time had been pawing the air. hoping suddenly to end all with a favourite thrust." . but for one boon it craved: to see Peter show bad form before it was cold forever. of course. but Peter doubled under it and. Hook did so instantly. pierced him in the ribs." he cried. and for a space there was no advantage to either blade. but it was proof to the unhappy Hook that Peter did not know in the least who or what he was. "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg. which is the very pinnacle of good form. forced him back by the weight of his onset. Peter was a superb swordsman." he cried despairingly. but his shorter reach stood him in ill stead. "Now!" cried all the boys. At the sight of his own blood. who and what art thou?" he cried huskily. That passionate breast no longer asked for life. and he was at Peter's mercy. and every sweep terrible sword would have severed in twain any man obstructed it.Without more words they fell to. but with a magnificent gesture Peter invited his opponent to pick up his sword. but darker suspicions assailed him now." Peter answered at a venture. of that or boy who the very wind and again he Hook was fighting now without hope. Abandoning the fight he rushed into the powder magazine and fired it. Hitherto he had thought it was some fiend fighting him. ever and anon he followed up a feint with a lunge that got past his foe's defence. taught him long ago by Barbecue at Rio. I'm joy. He fought now like a human flail. but with a tragic feeling that Peter was showing good form. lunging fiercely. but Peter fluttered round him as if it made blew him out of the danger zone. and parried with dazzling rapidity. "In two minutes. "Pan. was nonsense. "I'm youth. "To't again. "the ship will be blown to pieces. the sword fell from Hook's hand. whose peculiar colour. Hook. but not quite so nimble in wrist play. you remember. but to his astonishment he found this thrust turned aside again and again. and he could not drive the steel home. Then he sought to close and give the quietus with his iron hook. scarcely his inferior in brilliancy." This. was offensive to him.

he invited him with a gesture to use his foot." he cried jeeringly. and his tie was right. but he was not quite correct in his figures. The other boys were flying around him now. Thus perished James Hook. making a precarious living by saying he was the only man that Jas. who henceforth wandered about the world in his spectacles. Seeing Peter slowly advancing upon him through the air with dagger poised. . scornful. or watching the wall-game from a famous wall. it was slouching in the playing fields of long ago. now. he sprang upon the bulwarks to cast himself into the sea. But Peter issued from the powder magazine with the shell in his hands. of course. had stood by taking no part in the fight. farewell. For we have come to his last moment." Slightly sang out. and he staggered about the deck striking up at them impotently. It made Peter kick instead of stab. or being sent up [to the headmaster] for good. but two reached the shore: Starkey to be captured by the redskins. Hook had feared. At last Hook had got the boon for which he craved. his mind was no longer with them. thou not wholly unheroic figure. a melancholy come-down for a pirate. which I think we need not grudge him. He had one last triumph. and calmly flung it overboard. What sort of form was Hook himself showing? Misguided man though he was. He did not know that the crocodile was waiting for him. he thought. and his waistcoat was right. without sympathising with him. we may be glad. who made him nurse for all their papooses. and Smee. and his socks were right. that in the end he was true to the traditions of his race. true form will show. Wendy. Fifteen paid the penalty for their crimes that night. "Seventeen. for we purposely stopped the clock that this knowledge might be spared him: a little mark of respect from us at the end. James Hook.Now. "Bad form. flouting. As he stood on the bulwark looking over his shoulder at Peter gliding through the air. and went content to the crocodile. And his shoes were right.

They all donned pirate clothes cut off at the knee. but the captain treated them as dogs. Tom. It said "halfpast one!" The lateness of the hour was almost the biggest She got them to bed in the pirates' bunks pretty be sure. Peter had already lashed himself to the wheel. Hook]. and cried in his sleep and Wendy held him tightly. and lived in the fo'c'sle. quickly. shaved smartly. the bo'sun. but that he knew they were the scum of Rio and the Gold Coast. all but Peter. for there was a big sea running. after consulting the ship's chart. She praised them equally. you may on the deck. and tumbled up. but he piped all hands and delivered a short address to them. . thing of all. The rest were tars [sailors] before the mast. Chapter 16 THE RETURN HOME By three bells that morning they were all stirring their stumps [legs]. was among them.though watching Peter with glistening eyes. The bluff strident words struck the note sailors understood. There was a woman aboard. as they had to Cpt. and they dared not express their wishes to him even in a round robin [one person after another. said he hoped they would do their duty like gallant hearties. Nibs and John were first and second mate. He had one for a long time. Then a few sharp orders were given. with the true nautical roll and hitching their trousers. It need not be said who was the captain. Some of them wanted it to be an honest ship and others were in favour of keeping it a pirate. and if they snapped at him he would tear them. and nosed her for the mainland. and then she took them into Hook's cabin and pointed to his watch which was hanging on a nail. with a rope's end in his hand and chewing tobacco. after which it would save time to fly. Captain Pan calculated. and they cheered him lustily. but now that all was over she became prominent again. and Tootles. and shuddered delightfully when Michael showed her the place where he had killed one. who strutted up and down until at last he fell asleep by the side of Long of his dreams that night. that if this weather lasted they should strike the Azores about the 21st of June. and they turned the ship round.

Darling may exclaim pettishly. and yet we may be sure that Mrs. We are beginning to know Mrs. so that when they enter grandly Mrs. One thing I should like to do immensely. which he bent and held threateningly aloft like a hook. Darling do not go out for the evening.Instant obedience was the only safe thing. all but for the forefinger. How delicious to spoil it all by breaking the news in advance. Slightly got a dozen for looking perplexed when told to take soundings. and may be sure that she would upbraid us for depriving the children of their little pleasure. 14 all this time. what do I matter? Do go back and keep an eye on the children. Darling does not blame us. but that there might be a change when the new suit was ready. We are no more than servants. Instead of watching the ship. "Dash it all. father's shout of joy." So long as mothers are like this their children will take advantage of them. in the way authors have. If we had returned sooner to look with sorrowful sympathy at her. Darling would never forgive us. . Darling may not even offer Wendy her mouth. and they may lay to [bet on] that. Even now we venture into that familiar nursery only because its lawful occupants are on their way home. however. that indeed they will be here on Thursday week. which. and that is to tell her. we should get no thanks even for this. The general feeling was that Peter was honest just now to lull Wendy's suspicions. against her will. seeing that they left them in such a thankless hurry? Would it not serve them jolly well right if they came back and found that their parents were spending the week-end in the country? It would be the moral lesson they have been in need of ever since we met them. This would spoil so completely the surprise to which Wendy and John and Michael are looking forward. Nana's leap through the air to embrace them first. she was making for him out of some of Hook's wickedest garments." However. They have been planning it out on the ship: mother's rapture. we are merely hurrying on in advance of them to see that their beds are properly aired and that Mr. Why on earth should their beds be properly aired. "Don't be silly. we must now return to that desolate home from which three of our characters had taken heartless flight so long ago. when what they ought to be prepared for is a good hiding. It seems a shame to have neglected No. Darling by this time. here are those boys again. and Mrs. that the children are coming back. It was afterwards whispered among them that on the first night he wore this suit he sat long in the cabin with Hook's cigar-holder in his mouth and one hand clenched. but if we contrived things in this way Mrs. she would probably have cried. and Mr.

. So let us watch and say jaggy things. I had meant to say extraordinarily nice things about her. otherwise he soon gave up doing it. lookers-on. She does not really need to be told to have things ready. That is all we are. but on all other matters he followed her wishes implicitly. Mr. However. For all the use we are to her. as he sat in the kennel of an evening talking with his wife of their children and all their pretty ways. Of course this was a pity. as we are here we may as well stay and look on. and she never leaves the house." In the bitterness of his remorse he swore that he would never leave the kennel until his children came back. When the children flew away. indeed be might have passed for a boy again if he had been able to take his baldness off. and not one of them will I say now. but whatever Mr. this is the place for me. but I despise her. my dear madam."But. Darling did he had to do in excess. Nobody really wants us. he was quite a simple man. Darling's dear invitations to him to come out he replied sadly but firmly: "No. The only change to be seen in the night-nursery is that between nine and six the kennel is no longer there. the window is open. we might well go back to the ship. so that by telling you what's what. and having thought the matter out with anxious care after the flight of the children. it is ten days till Thursday week. Very touching was his deference to Nana. And there never was a more humble man than the once proud George Darling. in the hope that some of them will hurt. Of course." "Oh. the woman had no proper spirit. we can save you ten days of unhappiness. my own one. All the beds are aired. as we have seen. he went down on all fours and crawled into the kennel. for they are ready. Darling felt in his bones that all the blame was his for having chained Nana up. and that from first to last she had been wiser than he. and observe. He would not let her come into the kennel." "Yes. To all Mrs. but he had also a noble sense of justice and a lion's courage to do what seemed right to him. but at what a cost! By depriving the children of ten minutes of delight. if you look at it in that way!" "What other way is there in which to look at it?" You see.

Suppose. and they were sitting together thus when the kennel was brought back. and was quite incapable of understanding the motives of such a man. interviews appeared in the better class of papers. Something of the strength of character of the man will be seen if we remember how sensitive he was to the opinion of neighbours: this man whose every movement now attracted surprised attention. Look at her in her chair. Soon the inward meaning of it leaked out. charming girls scaled it to get his autograph. a very sad-eyed woman. I find I won't be able to say nasty things about her after all." Nana had filmy eyes. we see that his face is more worn than of yore. It may have been Quixotic. Crowds followed the cab. Inwardly he must have suffered torture.Every morning the kennel was carried with Mr. calling their names. As Mr. which conveyed him to his office. but he preserved a calm exterior even when the young criticised his little home. to make her happy. and he was naturally not unmoved. Darling was in the nightnursery awaiting George's return home. and flying strong. is almost withered up. but it was magnificent. Mrs. Darling puts his head out to kiss his wife. and there is no one in the room but Nana. "Do come in the kennel. Outside. If she was too fond of her rubbishy children. Some like Peter best. we whisper to her in her sleep that the brats are coming back. Let's. but I like her best. but has a softer expression. He gave his hat to Liza. Now that we look at her closely and remember the gaiety of her in the old days. and he returned home in the same way at six. she couldn't help it. all gone now just because she has lost her babes. The corner of her mouth. the crowd who had accompanied the cab home were still cheering. . where one looks first. Darling in it to a cab. but all we need whisper is that they are on the way. for she had no imagination. and some like Wendy best. and he always lifted his hat courteously to any lady who looked inside. who took it scornfully. "O Nana. for she has started up. but all she could do was put her paw gently on her mistress's lap. It is a pity we did it. They are really within two miles of the window now." On that eventful Thursday week. cheering it lustily. where she has fallen asleep. Her hand moves restlessly on her breast as if she had a pain there. and society invited him to dinner and added. I dreamt my dear ones had come back. and the great heart of the public was touched.

aren't you?" "Full of remorse as ever. bar it! That's right." Now it was his turn to beg her pardon. but when she tossed her head he had not a word of reproof for her. I feel a draught." sneered Liza. and when Wendy ."Listen to them. feeling drowsy." he said. if I had been a weak man!" "And. and soon he was asleep. for it is not they who have flown in. For some time he sat with his head out of the kennel. Peter's first words tell all. and pressing her hand reassuringly when she said she hoped his head would not be turned by it. dearest! See my punishment: living in a kennel. it is Peter and Tinker Bell. he curled round in the kennel. George. but something must have happened since then." "But it is punishment. always. Darling of this success. "on the nursery piano?" and as she was crossing to the day-nursery he added thoughtlessly." he whispered. We have written it so." she said timidly. Oh no. Now you and I must get away by the door. talking with Mrs. and while he slept. "you are as full of remorse as ever. "There were several adults to-day. "Quick Tink. "Won't you play me to sleep. "it is very gratifying." "Lots of little boys. The window must always be left open for them. "And shut that window." he said. always. George? You are sure you are not enjoying it?" "My love!" You may be sure she begged his pardon. and then." "O George. "But if I had been a weak man." he asked. never ask me to do that. it had made him sweeter. because that was the charming arrangement planned by them before we left the ship." he assured her with a faint flush. "close the window. "Good heavens. Social success had not spoilt him. isn't it. Wendy and John and Michael flew into the room. and she went into the day-nursery and played.

and she will have to go back with me. all right. "we don't want any silly mothers". why when Peter had exterminated the pirates he did not return to the island and leave Tink to escort the children to the mainland. but he sometimes bragged about her. Then he unbarred the window. "She wants me to unbar the window. Tink. The reason was so simple: "I'm fond of her too. "but I won't. and gulped. lady." But the lady would not make the best of it. He did not know the tune. "She's awfully fond of Wendy." but he knew it was saying. "Come on. Instead of feeling that he was behaving badly he danced with glee. Darling had laid her head on the box. but not so full as my mother's was. then he peeped into the day-nursery to see who was playing. and he was unhappy. lady." he said to himself. and that two tears were sitting on her eyes. "It's Wendy's mother! She is a pretty lady. and the tears were still there. for the window is barred!" He peeped in again to see why the music had stopped. . and now he saw that Mrs. "Come back. Wendy. "Oh. This trick had been in his head all the time. Sweet Home.comes she will think her mother has barred her out. He whispered to Tink. but when he stopped it was just as if she were inside him." Of course he knew nothing whatever about his mother." thought Peter. but not so pretty as my mother. but even then she would not let go of him. "You will never see Wendy again. He ceased to look at her. He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy. He skipped about and made funny faces." he cried. Wendy". not I!" He peeped again. and he cried exultantly." he said at last. Wendy. which was "Home. We can't both have her." Now I understand what had hitherto puzzled me. or another two had taken their place. and he flew away. knocking. Her mouth is full of thimbles. with a frightful sneer at the laws of nature.

looking around him doubtfully. "He is not so big as the pirate I killed. "Let me see father." Wendy said falteringly. "So it is!" said John. "Surely. "I say. like one who had lost faith in his memory." cried John. "It's mother!" cried Wendy. and he took a good look. which of course was more than they deserved." "So it is." said John." Wendy said.Thus Wendy and John and Michael found the window open for them after all." said that young scoundrel John. "perhaps we don't remember the old life as well as we thought we did." "Of course you have." Michael begged eagerly. and serve them right. it would have been sad if those had been the first words he heard his little Michael say. . "the kennel!" and he dashed across to look into it. Darling was asleep. peeping. "Hullo." It was then that Mrs. Darling began playing again." he said with such frank disappointment that I am glad Mr. you silly." he said. "not to be here when we come back. but not with much conviction. "Perhaps Nana is inside it. There is your old bed." he said. "there's a man inside it." "It's father!" exclaimed Wendy. They alighted on the floor. But John whistled. "It is very careless of mother." Michael said. Wendy and John had been taken aback somewhat at finding their father in the kennel. "I think I have been here before. quite unashamed of themselves. "John. and the youngest one had already forgotten his home. "he used not to sleep in the kennel?" "John." A chill fell upon them.

"it was quite time we came back." she said. "George. they went round Wendy and John and Michael. they did. Yes." she said." John suggested." And so when Mrs."Then are you not really our mother. "and put our hands over her eyes. "That's Michael. Wendy?" asked Michael." she said. with her first real twinge of remorse [for having gone]. and Mr. just as if we had never been away." But Wendy. "Mother!" cried Michael. but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. She saw them. and Nana came rushing in. "Mother!" Wendy cried. "Mother!" "That's John. and a cold fear fell upon all the three of them. who saw that they must break the joyous news more gently. Darling woke to share her bliss." "Let us creep in. "That's Wendy. but still she was sure it was the dream. You see. "Let us all slip into our beds. He had . "Oh dear!" exclaimed Wendy. she saw them in their beds so often in her dreams that she thought this was just the dream hanging around her still. and she stretched out her arms for the three little selfish children they would never envelop again. He knew her now. who was surely sleepy. They could not understand this. but she did not believe they were there. Darling went back to the night-nursery to see if her husband was asleep. There could not have been a lovelier sight. had a better plan. but it did not come. all the beds were occupied. The children waited for her cry of joy. where in the old days she had nursed them. and be there when she comes in. She sat down in the chair by the fire. who had slipped out of bed and run to her. George!" she cried when she could speak.

"I must say. shocked. ." a grudging remark which the twins thought was pointed at them. Of course Mrs. flushing. and wishing they were not wearing their pirate clothes. They stood in a row in front of Mrs." "Father!" Wendy cried." said Wendy. Darling also. but Mr. He was as glad to have them as she was. "Do you think we should be too much of a handful. with their hats off. "that you don't do things by halves." he said to Wendy." said Nibs.had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know. but they forgot about him. but their eyes asked her to have them. but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be for ever barred. sir? Because. They went up by the stair. He knew he was behaving unworthily. They ought to have looked at Mr. but still the cloud was on him. They said nothing. Darling exclaimed. and the truth came out. Then he burst into tears. if so. pained to see her dear one showing himself in such an unfavourable light. Darling was curiously depressed. The first twin was the proud one. we can go away. Darling. instead of treating him as a cypher [zero] in his own house. and he asked. but he could not help it. They were waiting below to give Wendy time to explain about them. Darling said at once that she would have them. and they saw that he considered six a rather large number. he said. "George!" Mrs. "We could lie doubled up. but he thought they should have asked his consent as well as hers. and when they had counted five hundred they went up. "I always cut their hair myself. because they thought this would make a better impression. Chapter 17 WHEN WENDY GREW UP I hope you want to know what became of the other boys.

are you going away?" "Yes." he said."I don't think he is a cypher. Darling came to the window. Do you think he is a cypher. . Peter. sir. but we pretend we have. he saw Wendy once again before he flew away. Peter?" "No. for at present she was keeping a sharp eye on Wendy. but at any rate they found corners. and would like to adopt him also. I don't." Mrs." Tootles cried instantly. "Then follow the leader. Wendy." they assured him. "Oh dear. "Would you send me to school?" he inquired craftily. I am not sure that we have a drawing-room. and they all cried "Hoop la!" and danced after him. "that you would like to say anything to my parents about a very sweet subject?" "No. what do you think?" It turned out that not one of them thought him a cypher. Twin. "Hullo. That is what she did. and he was absurdly gratified. "Mind you. and I forget whether they found it. but he brushed against it in passing so that she could open it if she liked and call to him. Curly?" "No. "Do you think he is a cypher. Slightly?" "Rather not." "You don't feel. and it's all the same. and said he would find space for them all in the drawing-room if they fitted in. Hoop la!" He went off dancing through the house. searching for the drawing-room. and they all fitted in. As for Peter. good-bye." "About me. "We'll fit in." she said falteringly. He did not exactly come to the window. She told Peter that she had adopted all the other boys." he cried gaily.

" she reminded him a little tartly. and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls. "because you see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born. "It will be rather lonely in the evening. and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies. They live in nests on the tops of trees." explained Wendy. lady. O Wendy's mother. no one is going to catch me and make me a man. and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are." "How lovely." "And then to an office?" "I suppose so. but he repulsed her. "sitting by the fire. and Mrs."Yes. if I was to wake up and feel there was a beard!" "Peter." said Wendy the comforter." "I shall have such fun. Darling said. The fairies are to put it high up among the tree tops where they sleep at nights." she said. "I thought all the fairies were dead. "There are always a lot of young ones." "Soon I would be a man?" "Very soon." Mrs." "But where are you going to live?" "With Tink in the house we built for Wendy. Darling stretched out her arms to him." said Peter. who was now quite an authority. . Darling tightened her grip." "Tink can't go a twentieth part of the way round. "I don't want to be a man. "Keep back." "I shall have Tink." cried Wendy so longingly that Mrs. with eye on Wendy." "I don't want to go to school and learn solemn things. "I should love you in a beard"." he told her passionately.

but Mrs. and one of their diversions by day was to pretend to fall off buses [the English double-deckers]. but Slightly was put first into Class IV and then into Class V. "O Peter. and soon they settled down to being as ordinary as you or me or Jenkins minor [the younger Jenkins]. before spring cleaning time comes?" Of course Peter promised. Wendy would have preferred a more permanent arrangement. and I mean to keep you. as if he had asked her from politeness merely. Funny. come with me to the little house. Of course all the boys went to school. Peter took quite easily. then. mummy?" "Certainly not. He took Mrs. and she made this handsome offer: to let Wendy go to him for a week every year to do his spring cleaning." "But he does so need a mother." Peter said. and most of them got into Class III. my love. Darling saw his mouth twitch. will you." "Well. The kiss that had been for no one else. It is sad to have to say that the power to fly gradually left them. and then he flew away." "Oh." "So do you. "It doesn't matter. I have got you home again." "May I. Peter. But she seemed satisfied. you know it matters. but it was too late now." Peter said. Class I is the top class. Before they had attended school a week they saw what goats they had been not to remain on the island."Sneaky tell-tale!" Tink called out from somewhere round the corner. Darling's kiss with him. but this promise sent Peter away quite gay again. and was so full of adventures that all I have told you about him is only a halfpenny-worth of them. I suppose it was because Wendy knew this that her last words to him were these rather plaintive ones: "You won't forget me. all right. At first Nana tied their feet to the bed-posts so that they should not fly away in the night. and it seemed to her that spring would be long in coming. but by and by they ceased to tug at . He had no sense of time.

and found that they hurt themselves when they let go of the bus. they called it. "I expect she is no more." Michael came close to her and whispered." she asked. amazed. for fairies don't live long. it had seemed such a long year of waiting to her. "There are such a lot of them. "You know he is never ill. But he was exactly as fascinating as ever." she said. Next year he did not come for her. "Perhaps he is ill. shocked. so he was with Wendy when Peter came for her at the end of the first year. but even when she explained he could not remember. but new adventures had crowded the old ones from his mind. with a shiver. She had looked forward to thrilling talks with him about old times." Michael said. "Who is Tinker Bell?" "O Peter." he replied carelessly. he had so much to say about himself. and her one fear was that he might notice how short it had become. She flew away with Peter in the frock she had woven from leaves and berries in the Neverland. Want of practice." he said. though they jeered at him. Michael believed longer than the other boys. but he never noticed. and they had a lovely spring cleaning in the little house on the tree tops. "Who is Captain Hook?" he asked with interest when she spoke of the arch enemy. but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them. "Don't you remember. In time they could not even fly after their hats. Wendy was pained too to find that the past year was but as yesterday to Peter. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet. When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her he said.their bonds in bed. . "how you killed him and saved all our lives?" "I forget them after I kill them. but what it really meant was that they no longer believed. but he never came." I expect he was right.

and when they met again Wendy was a married woman. Slightly married a lady of title. Jane's and her nurse's. and always had an odd inquiring look. Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying. Darling was now dead and forgotten. She died of old age. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than other girls. Years rolled on again. and Wendy told her all she could remember in the very nursery from which the famous flight had taken place. each carrying a little bag and an umbrella. and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys. Michael is an enginedriver [train engineer]. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. It was Jane's nursery now. You see that judge in a wig coming out at the iron door? That used to be Tootles. She loved to hear of Peter. Peter came next spring cleaning."Perhaps there is no such person. You may see the twins and Nibs and Curly any day going to an office. You need not be sorry for her. It is strange to think that Peter did not alight in the church and forbid the banns [formal announcement of a marriage]. But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy. Wendy was grown up. Wendy was married in white with a pink sash. and there was no kennel. That was the last time the girl Wendy ever saw him. All the boys were grown up and done for by this time. for Nana also had passed away. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash. and Wendy had a daughter. The bearded man who doesn't know any story to tell his children was once John. There were only two beds in the nursery now. for her father had bought it at the three per cents [mortgage rate] from Wendy's father. who was no longer fond of stairs. She was called Jane. and the strange thing was that he never knew he had missed a year. being very firmly convinced that no one knew how to look after children except herself. and so he became a lord. and she felt she was untrue to him when she got a prize for general knowledge. . and at the end she had been rather difficult to get on with. For a little longer she tried for his sake not to have growing pains. Mrs. as if from the moment she arrived on the mainland she wanted to ask questions. so it is scarcely worth while saying anything more about them. When she was old enough to ask them they were mostly about Peter Pan.

It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly. with a feeling that if Nana were here she would object to further conversation. "that it is this nursery. Jane. you did. mother?" "Because I am grown up." "I do believe it is. "you see when you were a little girl. "Yes. I sometimes wonder whether I ever did really fly. "Ah me." says Jane." "The dear old days when I could fly!" "Why can't you fly now." Or perhaps Wendy admits she does see something.Once a week Jane's nurse had her evening off. It was Jane's invention to raise the sheet over her mother's head and her own. "the way you flew when you were a little girl?" "The way I flew? Do you know. this making a tent." "That is a long time ago. "Go on. sweetheart." she says." says Jan." asks the artful child. "I do believe." They are now embarked on the great adventure of the night when . dearest." "Why do they forget the way?" "Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless." "What is gay and innocent and heartless? I do wish I were gay and innocent and heartless. and then it was Wendy's part to put Jane to bed. When people grow up they forget the way. you do." says Wendy. That was the time for stories." "Yes. how time flies!" "Does it fly. and in the awful darkness to whisper: "What do we see now?" "I don't think I see anything to-night." says Wendy.

" said Jane." says Wendy. and the home under the ground." "You have missed a bit." Wendy said. he forgot all about me. that was it. and then some night you will hear me crowing. and that woke me. "And then he flew us all away to the Neverland and the fairies and the pirates and the redskins and the mermaid's lagoon. and when he could not he cried. "tried to stick it on with soap. `Just always be waiting for me. why are you crying?'" "Yes." interrupts Jane.Peter flew in looking for his shadow. "The foolish fellow." "Yes. What was the last thing Peter ever said to you?" "The last thing he ever said to me was. "When you saw him sitting on the floor crying. what did you say?" "I sat up in bed and I said. how can you know?" "I often hear it when I am sleeping. and the little house. "it was like this". many girls hear it when they are sleeping. "No. and she did it ever so much better than her mother.'" "Yes. trying to imitate Peter's crow. alas. it wasn't." Wendy said it with a smile. who now knows the story better than her mother." Jane said. with a big breath. and I sewed it on for him." Jane said gravely. She was as grown up as that. Wendy was a little startled. so do I." "Lucky you." says Jane. "It was like this. "My darling. "Ah yes." "But. . `Boy." "Yes! which did you like best of all?" "I think I liked the home under the ground best of all. but I was the only one who heard it awake. "What did his crow sound like?" Jane asked one evening.

And then one night came the tragedy. let go of me. a big woman." she answered. He was a little boy." Now surely he would understand. "Yes." "Boy or girl?" "Girl. "Hullo. is it a new one?" "Yes. He was exactly the same as ever. Something inside her was crying Woman." she said. but not a bit of it. very close to the fire." she replied faintly. and she was grown up. "John is not here now. not noticing any difference. Peter. She huddled by the fire not daring to move. and Peter dropped in on the floor. and in the dim light her white dress might have been the nightgown in which he had seen her first. so as to see to darn. Wendy was sitting on the floor." she said quickly. "Peter. helpless and guilty. "Hullo. for there was no other light in the nursery. and the story had been told for the night." "Hullo." he said. "That is not Michael. suddenly missing the third bed. lest a judgment should fall on her. "Hullo. and while she sat darning she heard a crow. It was the spring of the year. Wendy. for he was thinking chiefly of himself. and Jane was now asleep in her bed. "are you expecting me to fly away . faltering. where is John?" he asked. Then the window blew open as of old. Peter looked. squeezing herself as small as possible. with a careless glance at Jane." she gasped. and now she felt that she was untrue to Jane as well as to Peter. Woman. "Is Michael asleep?" he asked. and Wendy saw at once that he still had all his first teeth.

" she said apologetically." For almost the only time in his life that I know of." She had risen. She had to tell him. I am a married woman. and now at last a fear assailed him." "O Peter. "Have you forgotten that this is spring cleaning time?" She knew it was useless to say that he had let many spring cleaning times pass." "You promised not to!" "I couldn't help it. you're not." "No. "I have forgotten how to fly. "What is it?" he cried again. She was not a little girl heart-broken about him." "Yes. that is why I have come. "Don't turn up the light. and the little girl in the bed is my baby. He gave a cry of pain. "and then you can see for yourself. shrinking. Peter was afraid." He added a little sternly. but they were wet eyed smiles. don't waste the fairy dust on me. and Peter saw. I grew up long ago." she said. and when the tall beautiful creature stooped to lift him in her arms he drew back sharply. "I will turn up the light. "I am old." he cried. Then she turned up the light. "I can't come. she was a grown woman smiling at it all.with you?" "Of course. I am ever so much more than twenty." "I'll soon teach you again. Peter. "What is it?" he cried. Peter." "No. she's not." . She let her hands play in the hair of the tragic boy.

I know." he told her." he explained." Wendy admitted rather forlornly. "I have been waiting for you. She sat up in bed. Wendy rushed to the window. "Hullo. though she could have done it so easily once. "He does so need a mother." he said. He sat down on the floor instead and sobbed." "Good-bye." "I came back for my mother. with the look in her face that he liked to see on ladies when they gazed at him. and he took a step towards the sleeping child with his dagger upraised. I know. "why are you crying?" Peter rose and bowed to her. and Jane descended and stood by his side. "She is my mother." Jane said. and she bowed to him from the bed. "no one knows it so well as I. "Yes." she cried. "Hullo. "My name is Peter Pan. "to take her to the Neverland." Jane said. "Boy. . Peter continued to cry.But he supposed she was. and she ran out of the room to try to think." she said. and Wendy did not know how to comfort him. while Jane in her nighty was flying round the room in solemn ecstasy." said Peter to Wendy. and he rose in the air." said Jane. no. Of course he did not strike. "No. and soon his sobs woke Jane." "Yes." Peter explained. "Yes." When Wendy returned diffidently she found Peter sitting on the bed-post crowing gloriously. and was interested at once. She was only a woman now. I know. and the shameless Jane rose with him. it was already her easiest way of moving about.

you may see her hair becoming white."It is just for spring cleaning time. watching them receding into the sky until they were as small as stars. When Margaret grows up she will have a daughter. with a daughter called Margaret. and thus it will go on." said Jane." Wendy sighed. As you look at Wendy. so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless. where she tells him stories about himself." "If only I could go with you. Jane is now a common grown-up. Our last glimpse of her shows her at the window. and every spring cleaning time." Jane said. THE END . for all this happened long ago. to which he listens eagerly. who is to be Peter's mother in turn. Peter comes for Margaret and takes her to the Neverland. "he wants me always to do his spring cleaning. and her figure little again. Of course in the end Wendy let them fly away together. "You see you can't fly. except when he forgets.