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The answer left ten whole minutes to spare, and of that ten minutes of the afternoon she demanded a strict account from Diana and Wendy. The sinners, whose bones still ached after their adventure, appeared in such crushed spirits that they did not receive the entire scolding their head mistress had intended, and were for once dismissed with a caution.
'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 know any stories.
Wendy bound, and on the pirate ship; she who loved everything to be just so! 'I'll rescue her, he cried, leaping at his weapons. As he leapt he thought of something he could do to please her. He could take his medicine. His hand closed on the fatal draught. 'No! shrieked Tinker Bell, who had heard Hook muttering about his deed as he sped through the forest. 'Why not? 'It is poisoned.
That is a pretty story, and the end shows how grateful a bird can be; but if we tell it we must also tell the whole adventure of the lagoon, which would of course be telling two adventures rather than just one. A shorter adventure, and quite as exciting, was Tinker Bell's attempt, with the help of some street fairies, to have the sleeping Wendy conveyed on a great floating leaf to the mainland.
"She thinks we have lost the way," he replied stiffly, "and she is rather frightened. 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, and something gave Peter a loving little pinch. "Then tell her," Wendy begged, "to put out her light." "She can't put it out. That is about the only thing fairies can't do.
Peter, seeing this to be a good idea, at once pretended that it was his own. The house was quite beautiful, and no doubt Wendy was very cosy within, though, of course, they could no longer see her. Peter strode up and down, ordering finishing touches. Nothing escaped his eagle eyes. Just when it seemed absolutely finished: "There's no knocker on the door," he said.
Some of the Pendlemere girls were pushed in amongst the jostling throng, and some were elbowed out. Wendy, Diana, and Miss Hampson, at the tail-end of the crush, tried to scramble on to the step. The conductress, a brawny woman in uniform, stopped them. "Only room for one more," she shouted; "and I can't take that dog!" "But we'd stand!" entreated Miss Hampson piteously.
'I'm so sorry, said Wendy Moira Angela. 'It doesn't matter, Peter gulped. She asked where he lived. 'Second to the right, said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning. 'What a funny address! Peter had a sinking. For the first time he felt that perhaps it was a funny address. 'No, it isn't, he said.
'It was like this, Wendy said, trying to imitate Peter's crow. 'No, it wasn't, Jane said gravely, 'it was like this'; and she did it ever so much better than her mother. Wendy was a little startled. 'My darling, how can you know? 'I often hear it when I am sleeping, Jane said. 'Ah yes, many girls hear it when they are sleeping, but I was the only one who heard it awake.
"Where, where?" "Where all the arrows are pointing." Indeed a million golden arrows were pointing it out to the children, all directed by their friend the sun, who wanted them to be sure of their way before leaving them for the night. Wendy and John and Michael stood on tip-toe in the air to get their first sight of the island.
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