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Her fellow intermediates, biased largely by her generosity in the matter of chocolates, gave her, on the whole, a favourable reception. Wendy even went further, and proffered friendship. "You're just the jolly kind of girl I like," she explained. "I think we might have some topping times together, and wake up the school. Things are apt to get a little dull sometimes." Diana nodded intelligently.
Wendy was pained too to find that the past year was but as yesterday to Peter; it had seemed such a long year of waiting to her. But he was exactly as fascinating as ever, and they had a lovely spring cleaning in the little house on the tree tops. Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet; but he never came.
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!
Wendy, toiling away at her punishment task and grumbling at its difficulty, was not at all a cheerful companion. Moreover, it rained rained for two days and nights without stopping; rained as it only can rain in a northern and mountainous district in the month of November.
Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash. She was called Jane, and always had an odd inquiring look, as if from the moment she arrived on the mainland she wanted to ask questions. When she was old enough to ask them they were mostly about Peter Pan.
He was roused from this dejection by Smee's eager voice. 'Captain, said Smee, 'could we not kidnap these boys' mother and make her our mother? 'It is a princely scheme, cried Hook, and at once it took practical shape in his great brain. 'We will seize the children and carry them to the boat: the boys we will make walk the plank, and Wendy shall be our mother. Again Wendy forgot herself.
"Years have rolled by, and who is this elegant lady of uncertain age alighting at London Station?" "O Wendy, who is she?" cried Nibs, every bit as excited as if he didn't know. "Can it be yes no it is the fair Wendy!" "Oh!" "And who are the two noble portly figures accompanying her, now grown to man's estate? Can they be John and Michael? They are!" "Oh!"
Slightly cried instantly, 'The Wendy lady lives. Then Peter knelt beside her and found his button. You remember she had put it on a chain that she wore round her neck. 'See, he said, 'the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life. 'I remember kisses, Slightly interposed quickly, 'let me see it. Ay, that's a kiss. Peter did not hear him.
As we shall not see her again, it may be worth mentioning here that all Never birds now build in that shape of nest, with a broad brim on which the youngsters take an airing. Great were the rejoicings when Peter reached the home under the ground almost as soon as Wendy, who had been carried hither and thither by the kite.
Before strangers call on him I have seen him reading one of his own books hurriedly, so as to be able to talk about it if that is their wish. But he gets mixed up, and thinks that the little minister was married to Wendy." "Almost looks as if he hadn't written his own works," I said. "Almost," Brown admitted uncomfortably. I asked a leading question.
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