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She swung herself out, therefore, and let herself down by the thick stems. Then she dodged round the house to the bicycle-shed. She did not yet possess a machine of her own, but Wendy's stood handy, and she knew her chum well enough to borrow it. She wheeled it through the back gate, fortunately without meeting Miss Carr, and then set off at top-speed for Petteridge Court. Mrs.
There were only two beds in the nursery now, Jane's and her nurse's; and there was no kennel, for Nana also had passed away. She died of old age, and at the end she had been rather difficult to get on with; being very firmly convinced that no one knew how to look after children except herself. Once a week Jane's nurse had her evening off; and then it was Wendy's part to put Jane to bed.
She had found her two older children playing at being herself and father on the occasion of Wendy's birth, and John was saying: 'I am happy to inform you, Mrs. Darling, that you are now a mother, in just such a tone as Mr. Darling himself may have used on the real occasion. Wendy had danced with joy, just as the real Mrs. Darling must have done.
"I don't want to be a man. O Wendy's mother, if I was to wake up and feel there was a beard!" "Peter," said Wendy the comforter, "I should love you in a beard;" and Mrs. Darling stretched out her arms to him, but he repulsed her. "Keep back, lady, no one is going to catch me and make me a man." "But where are you going to live?" "With Tink in the house we built for Wendy.
"No!" This answer rang out scornfully. "Boy?" "Yes." "Ordinary boy?" "No!" "Wonderful boy?" To Wendy's pain the answer that rang out this time was "Yes." "Are you in England?" "No." "Are you here?" "Yes." Hook was completely puzzled. "You ask him some questions," he said to the others, wiping his damp brow. Smee reflected. "I can't think of a thing," he said regretfully.
Instead of feeling that he was behaving badly he danced with glee; then he peeped into the day-nursery to see who was playing. He whispered to Tink, "It's Wendy's mother! She is a pretty lady, but not so pretty as my mother. Her mouth is full of thimbles, but not so full as my mother's was." Of course he knew nothing whatever about his mother; but he sometimes bragged about her.
"Of course we can, George," she cried. But she was prejudiced in Wendy's favour, and he was really the grander character of the two. "Remember mumps," he warned her almost threateningly, and off he went again.
"As if they could! But their fathers would let them take lessons if there were a school pony for them. I know that for a fact." "Well, they shan't have mine, at any rate," rapped out Diana defiantly. "You just needn't think it, so there!" One afternoon it was Wendy's turn for the school pony. She and Diana and Miss Carr rode away together down the road to Chapelrigg. It was a gloriously fine day.
Freddie Entwistle was still steadily engaged in the rural occupation of ridding his father's field of superfluous stones, but he kept an eye on the horizon, and at the sight of Wendy's beckoning finger he flung duty to the winds. "D'you want me?" he grinned, as he came panting across the newly ploughed earth. "Yes," said his siren sweetly. "I want you badly.
'Build a house? exclaimed John. 'For the Wendy, said Curly. 'For Wendy? John said, aghast. 'Why, she is only a girl. 'That, explained Curly, 'is why we are her servants. 'You? Wendy's servants! 'Yes, said Peter, 'and you also. Away with them. The astounded brothers were dragged away to hack and hew and carry. 'Chairs and a fender first, Peter ordered.
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