by Peter
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 bark- ing, 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 win- dow. 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!'
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Even Michael, already half asleep, knew that she was perturbed, and he asked, " Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit ? '
" Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children.' 2
She went from bed to bed singing enchant- ments over them, and little Michael flung his arms round her. " Mother," he cried, " I 'm glad of you.' 2 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 some- thing 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
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to Peter, who has 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 III
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 cannot help wishing that they could have kept awake to see Peter; but Wendy's light blinked and gave such a yawn that the other two yawned also, and before they could close their mouths all the three went out.
There was another light in the room now, a thousand times brighter than the night-lights, and in the time we have taken to say this, it has been in all the drav ers in the nursery, looking for Peter's shadow, rummaged the wardrobe and turned every pocket inside out.
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It was not really a light; it made this light by flashing about so quickly, but when it came to rest for a second you saw it was a fairy, no longer than your hand, but still growing. It was a girl called Tinker Bell exquisitely gowned in a skeleton leaf, cut low and square, through which her figure could be seen to the best advantage. She was slightly inclined to em- bonpoint.
A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in. He had carried Tinker Bell part of the way, and his hand was still messy with the fairy dust.
"Tinker Bell," he called softly, after making sure that the children were asleep, ' ' Tink, where are you ? ' She was in a jug for the moment, and liking it extremely; she had never been in a jug before.
"Oh, do come out of that jug, and tell me, do you know where they put my shadow?'
The loveliest tinkle as of golden bells answered him. It is the fairy language. You ordinary children can never hear it, but if you were to
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hear it you would know that you had heard it once before.
Tink said that the shadow was in the big box. She meant the chest of drawers, and Peter jumped at the drawers, scattering their contents to the floor with both hands, as kings toss ha'pence to the crowd. In a moment he had recovered his shadow, and in his delight he forgot that he had shut Tinker Bell up in the drawer.
If he iiought at all, but I don't believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of water, and when they did not he was appalled. He tried to stick it on with soap from the bathroom, but that also failed. A shudder passed through Peter, and he sat on the floor and cried.
His sobs woke Wendy, and she sat up in bed. She was not alarmed to see a stranger crying on the nursery floor; she was only pleasantly interested.
"Boy," she said courteously, "why are you crying ? '
Peter could be exceedingly polite also, having
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learned the grand manner at fairy ceremonies, and he rose and bowed to her beautifully. She was much pleased, and bowed beautifully to him from the bed.
"What's your name?' he asked.
"Wendy Moira Angela Darling," she replied with some satisfaction, "What is your name ?'
"Peter Pan."
She was already sure that he must be Peter, but it did seem a comparatively short name.
"Is that all?"
"Yes," he said rather sharply. He felt for the first time that it was a shortish name.
"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.
'I mean," Wendy said nicely, remembering that she was hostess, "is that what they put on the letters 5 "
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He wished she had not mentioned letters.
" Don't get any letters/ 3 he said contemptu- ously.
"But your mother gets letters?'
"Don't have a mother," he said. Not only had he no mother, but he had not the slightest desire to have one. He thought them very over-rated persons. Wendy, however, felt at once that she was in the presence of a tragedy.
"O Peter, no wonder you were crying," she said, and got out of bed and ran to him.
"I wasn't crying about mothers," he said rather indignantly. "I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn't crying."
"It has come off?"
"Yes."
Then Wendy saw the shadow on the floor, looking so draggled, and she was frightfully sorry for Peter. "How awful!' she said, but she could not help smiling when she saw that he had been trying to stick it on with soap. How exactly like a boy!
Fortunately she knew at once what to do.
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"It must be sewn on," she said, just a little patronisingly.
"What's sewn?" he asked.
"You 're dreadfully ignorant."
"No, I'm not."
But she was exulting in his ignorance. "I shall sew it on for you, my little man," she said, though he was as tall as herself, and she got out her housewife, and sewed the shadow on to Peter's foot.
" I daresay it will hurt a little," she warned him.
"Oh, I shan't cry," said Peter, who was already of opinion that he had never cried in his life. And he clenched his teeth and did not cry, and soon his shadow was behaving properly, though still a little creased.
"Perhaps I should have ironed it," Wendy said thoughtfully, but Peter, boylike, was indifferent to a
ppearances, and he was now jumping about in the wildest glee. Alas, he had already forgotten that he owed his bliss to Wendy. He thought he had attached the shadow himself. "How clever I am!' he crowed rapturously, "oh, the cleverness of me!'
It is humiliating to have to confess that this
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conceit of Peter was one of his most fascinating
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qualities. To put it with brutal frankness, there never was a cockier boy,
But for the moment Wendy was shocked.
You conceit," she exclaimed, with frightful sarcasm; "of course I did nothing!'
: You did a little," Peter said carelessly, and continued to dance.
"A little!" she replied with hauteur. "If I am no use I can at least withdraw," and she sprang in the most dignified way into bed and covered her face w r ith the blankets.
To induce her to look up he pretended to be going away, and when this failed he sat on the end of the bed and tapped her gently with his foot. "Wendy," he said, "don't withdraw I can't help crowing, Wendy, when I 'm pleased with myself." Still she would not look up, though she was listening eagerly. "Wendy," he continued, in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist, " Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys."
Now Wendy was every inch a woman, though there were not very many inches, and she peeped out of the bed-clothes
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"Do you really think so, Peter?"
"Yes, I do."
"I think it 's perfectly sweet of you," she declared, "and I '11 get up again," and she sat with him on the side of the bed. She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.
"Surely you know what a kiss is ?" she asked, aghast.
"I shall know when you give it to me," he replied stiffly, and not to hurt his feelings she gave him a thimble.
" Now," said he, " shall I give you a kiss ? " and she replied with a slight primness, 'If you please.' 2 She made herself rather cheap by inclining her face toward him, but he merely dropped an acorn button into her hand, so she slowly returned her face to where it had been before, and said nicely that she would wear his kiss on the chain round her neck. It was lucky that she did put it on that chain, for it was afterwards to save her life.
When people in our set are introduced, it is customary for them to ask each other's age, and
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so Wendy, who always liked to do the correct thing, asked Peter how old he was. It was not really a happy question to ask him; it was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what you want to be asked is Kings of England. 'I don't know," he replied uneasily, 'but I am quite young.' 5 He really knew nothing about it, he had merely suspicions, but he said at a venture, "Wendy, I ran away the day I was born.' 2
Wendy was quite surprised, but interested; and she indicated in the charming drawing-room manner, by a touch on her night-gown, that he could sit nearer her.
"It was because I heard father and mother," he explained in a low voice, ' ' talking about what I was to be when I became a man." He was extraordinarily agitated now. 'I don't want ever to be a man," he said with passion. 'I want always to be a little boy and to have fun. So I ran away to Kensington Gardens and lived a long long time among the fairies."
She gave him a look of the most intense admiration, and he thought it was because he had run away, but it was really because he knew
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fairies. Wendy had lived such a home life that to know fairies struck her as quite delightful. She poured out questions about them, to his surprise, for they were rather a nuisance to him, getting in his way and so on, and indeed he sometimes had to give them a hiding. Still, he liked them on the whole, and he told her about the beginning of fairies.
" You see, Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thou- sand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies."
Tedious talk this, but being a stay-at-home she liked it.
"And so," he went on good-naturedly, "there ought to be one fairy for every boy and girl.' 3
" Ought to be ? Isn't there ? "
" No. You see children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead."
Really, he thought they had now talked enough about fairies, and it struck him that Tinker Bell was keeping very quiet. 'I can't think where she has gone to," he said, rising, and
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he called Tink by name. Wendy's heart wmt flutter with a sudden thrill.
'Peter,' 3 she cried, clutching him, "you don't mean to tell me that there is a fairy in this
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She was here just now,' 3 he said a little impatiently. "You don't hear her, do you?' and they both listened.
'The only sound I hear," said Wendy, "is like a tinkle of bells."
: Well, that 's Tink, that 's the fairy language. I think I hear her too."
The sound came from the chest of drawers, and Peter made a merry face. No one could ever look quite so merry as Peter, and the love- liest of gurgles was his laugh. He had his first laugh still.
"Wendy," he whispered gleefully, "I do believe I shut her up in the drawer!'
He let poor Tink out of the drawer, and she flew about the nursery screaming with fury. "You shouldn't say such things," Peter retorted. " Of course I 'm very sorry, but how could I know you were in the drawer ? '
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Peter," she cried, "if she would only stand still and let me see her!'
"They hardly ever stand still,' 31 he said, but for one moment Wendy saw the romantic figure come to rest on the cuckoo clock. *O the lovely!' she cried, though Tink's face was still distorted with passion.
"Tink," said Peter amiably, "this lady says she wishes you were her fairy.' 2
Tin ker Bell answered insolently.
"What does she say, Peter?"
He had to translate. " She is not very polite. She says you are a great 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 a 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 be- cause she mends the pots and kettles."
They were together in the armchair by this time, and Wendy plied him with more ques- tions.
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If you don't live in Kensington Gardens
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' Sometimes I do still.' 3
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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 companion- ship."
"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
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in her house. However, John continued to sleep so placidly on the floor that she allowed him to remain th
ere. "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 igno- rance about kisses. "I thought you would want it back,' 3 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.' 5
"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 some one 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.
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"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.' 3 Peter could not understand why, but Wendy un- derstood, and she was just slightly disap- pointed 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.' 2
"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."
