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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Then," her mother asked, "won't you give him your goat, the one you frighten Tony with at night?" "But it isn't a real goat," Maimie said. "It seems very real to Tony," replied her mother. "It seems frightfully real to me too," Maimie admitted, "but how could I give it to Peter?" "My daughter, tell me, if you can, What have you got for Peter Pan?" To which Maimie replied,
For long he hoped that some night she would come back to him; often he thought he saw her waiting for him by the shore of the Serpentine as his bark drew to land, but Maimie never went back. She wanted to, but she was afraid that if she saw her dear Betwixt-and-Between again she would linger with him too long, and besides the ayah now kept a sharp eye on her.
Maimie was extremely sorry for him, and lent him her handkerchief, but he didn't know in the least what to do with it, so she showed him, that is to say, she wiped her eyes, and then gave it back to him, saying "Now you do it," but instead of wiping his own eyes he wiped hers, and she thought it best to pretend that this was what she had meant.
You see, though still a tiny child, it was really years and years since he had seen his mother, and I dare say the baby who had supplanted him was now a man with whiskers. But you must not think that Peter Pan was a boy to pity rather than to admire; if Maimie began by thinking this, she soon found she was very much mistaken.
He took with him Maimie and her great friend Kate Raymond, the daughter of his partner, and established himself in the Hotel Cheval Blanc. On the whole, Maimie was not sorry to visit the ancient capital of Canada, though she would have chosen another time. It was rather disappointing to leave her own city in the West, just at the beginning of the spring gayeties.
Before he had time to gather his thoughts together he heard a voice outside that made his heart stand still. Then the front door opened quickly and Maimie and De Lacy stood in the hall. She was gayly talking. Ranald rose and stood with his back to the door. Before him was a large mirror which reflected the hall through the open door. He stood waiting for them to enter.
She was the only white child they had seen, and were not sure whether she was not a spirit. "Ma" and she had good times together, playing and make-believing. "Maimie and I," she wrote, "have been having the dolls out for a drive, and we have just given them their bread and milk and put them to bed!"
I could not help it," he repeated. "And I do not care if you are angry. I am glad I did it." "Glad?" echoed Maimie again, not knowing what to say. "Yes, glad," he said, exultantly. "Are you?" She made no reply. The door opened behind them. She sank down upon the piano-stool and let her hands fall upon the keys. "Are you?" he demanded, ignoring the interruption.
Macdonald, and in appreciation of the kind spirit that prompted the bee, returned thanks, and the supper was over. As the men were leaving the table, Aleck watched his opportunity and called to Maimie, when he was sure Ranald could hear, "Well, when will you be ready for that drive?"
G.P. will probably send Maimie a pair of long white gloves, and when their pristine freshness has departed, Maimie will wear them to the office a time or two." The Candy Man wished to know who Mrs. Gerrard Pennington was, anyway. "She, my ignorant friend, is a four-ply Colonial Dame, so to speak.
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