Barrie, J M - Peter Pan 05 - Peter And Wendy

by Peter

  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.' 5

  Of course he knew nothing whatever about his mother; but he sometimes bragged about her.

  He did not know the tune, which was "Home.

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  Sweet Home," but he knew it was saying, "Come back, Wendy, Wendy, Wendy"; and he cried exultantly, "You will never see Wendy again, lady, for the window is barred ! '

  He peeped in again to see why the music had stopped, and now he saw that Mrs. Darling had laid her head on the box, and that two tears were sitting on her eyes.

  " She wants me to unbar the window," thought Peter, "but I won't, not I!"

  He peeped again, and the tears were still there, or another two had taken their place.

  "She's awfully fond of Wendy," he said to himself. He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy.

  The reason was so simple: "I 'm fond of her too. We can't both have her, lady."

  But the lady would not make the best of it, and he was unhappy. He ceased to look at her, but even then she would not let go of him. He skipped about and made funny faces, but when he stopped it was just as if she were inside him, knocking.

  "Oh, all right," he said at last, and gulped. Then he unbarred the window. "Come on,

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  Tink," he cried, with a frightful sneer at the laws of nature; 'we don't want any silly mothers"; and he flew away.

  Thus Wendy and John and Michael found the window open for them after all, which of course was more than they deserved. They alighted on the floor, quite unashamed of them- selves, and the youngest one had already for- gotten his home.

  " John," he said, looking around him doubt- fully, "I think I have been here before."

  "Of course you have, you silly. There is your old bed.' 5

  "So it is/ 5 Michael said, but not with much conviction.

  "I say," cried John, "the kennel!' and he dashed across to look into it.

  "Perhaps Nana is inside it," Wendy said.

  But John whistled, " Hullo," he said, " there 's a man inside it."

  "It's father!' exclaimed Wendy.

  "Let me see father," Michael begged eagerly, and he took a good look. 'He is not so big as the pirate I killed," he said with such frank dis- appointment that I am glad Mr. Darling was

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  asleep ; it would have been sad if those had been the first words he heard his little Michael say.

  Wendy and John had been taken aback somewhat at finding their father in the kennel.

  "Surely," said John, like one who had lost faith in his memory, "he used not to sleep in the kennel?'

  "John," Wendy said falteringly, " perhaps we don't remember the old life as well as we thought we did."

  A chill fell upon them; and serve them right.

  "It is very careless of mother," said that young scoundrel John, "not to be here when we come back."

  It was then that Mrs. Darling began playing again.

  "It 's mother!' cried Wendy, peeping.

  'So it is!' said John.

  " Then are you not really our mother, Wendy ? ' asked Michael, who was surely sleepy.

  "Oh dear!' exclaimed Wendy, with her first real twinge of remorse, 4 it was quite time we came back."

  ' Let us creep in," John suggested, ' and put our hands over her eyes."

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  But Wendy, who saw that they must break the joyous news more gently, had a better plan.

  "Let us all slip into our beds, and be there when she comes in, just as if we had never been away."

  And so when Mrs. Darling went back to the night-nursery to see if her husband was asleep, all the beds were occupied. The children waited for her cry of joy, but it did not come. She saw them, but she did not believe they were there. You see, she saw them in their beds so often in her dreams that she thought this was just the dream hanging around her still.

  She sat down in the chair by the fire, where in the old days she had nursed them.

  They could not understand this, and a cold fear fell upon all the three of them.

  " Mother ! ' Wendy cried.

  "That's Wendy," she said, but still she was sure it was the dream.

  "Mother!"

  "That's John," she said.

  "Mother! 5 cried Michael. He knew her now.

  "That 's Michael," she said, and she stretched

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  out her arms for the three little selfish children they would never envelop again. Yes, they did, they went round Wendy and John and Michael, who had slipped out of bed and run to her.

  "George, George!' she cried when she could speak; and Mr. Darling woke to share her bliss, and Nana came rushing in. There could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. He had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be for ever barred.

  CHAPTER XVII

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  I HOPE you want to know what became of the other boys. They were waiting below to give Wendy time to explain about them, and when they had counted five hundred they went up. They went up by the stair, because they thought this would make a better impression. They stood in a row in front of Mrs. Darling, with their hats off, and wishing they were not wearing their pirate clothes. They said nothing, but their eyes asked her to have them. They ought to have looked at Mr. Darling also, but they forgot about him.

  Of course Mrs. Darling said at once that she would have them; but Mr. Darling was curiously

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  depressed, and they saw that he considered six a rather large number.

  ' I must say," he said to Wendy, " that you don't do things by halves," a grudging remark which the twins thought was pointed at them.

  The first twin was the proud one, and he asked, flushing, 'Do you think we should be too much of a handful, sir? Because if so we can go away."

  "Father!' Wendy cried, shocked; but still the cloud w T as on him. He knew he was behaving unworthily, but he could not help it. We could lie doubled up," said Nibs. I always cut their hair myself," said Wendy. George!' Mrs. Darling exclaimed, pained to see her dear one showing himself in such an unfavourable light.

  Then he burst into tears, and the truth came out. He was as glad to have them as she was, he said, but he thought they should have asked his consent as well as hers, instead of treating him as a cypher in his own house.

  "I don't think he is a cypher," Tootles cried instantly. 'Do you think he is a cypher,

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  "No, I don't. Do you think he is a cypher, Slightly?"

  ' Rather not. Twin, what do you think ? '

  It turned out that not one of them thought him a cypher; and he was absurdly gratified, and said he would find space for them all in the drawing-room if they fitted in.

  "We '11 fit in, sir," they assured him. 'Then follow the leader," he cried gaily, 'Mind you, I am not sure that we have a drawing-room, but we pretend we have, and it 's all the same. Hoop la!'

  He went off dancing through the house, and they all cried "Hoop la!" and danced after him, searching for the drawing-room; and I forget whether they found it, but at any rate they found corners, and they all fitted in.

  As for Peter, he saw Wendy once again before he flew away. He did not exactly come to the window, but he brushed against it in passing, so that she could open it if she liked and call to him. That was what she did.

  ^ Hullo, Wendy, good-bye," he said.

  "Oh dear, are you going away?'

  "Yes."

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  "You don't feel, Peter," she said falteringly, "that you would like to say anything to my parents about a very sweet subject?'

  "No."

  "About me, Peter?"

  "No."

  Mrs. Darling came to the window, for at present she was keeping a sharp eye on Wendy. She told Peter that she had adopted all the other boys, and would like to adopt him also.

  "Would you send me to school?" he inquired craftily.

  "Yes."

  "And then to an office?'

  "I suppose so."

  'Soon I should be a man?'

  "Very soon."

  "I don't want to go to school and learn solemn things," he told her passionately. "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.

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  " 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. The fairies are to put it high up among the tree tops w r here they sleep at nights.' 5

  'How lovely," cried Wendy so longingly that Mrs. Darling tightened her grip.

  'I thought all the fairies were dead," Mrs. Darling said.

  "There are always a lot of young ones," explained Wendy, who was now quite an authority, 'because you see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies. They live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they

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  e l shall have such fun," said Peter, with one eye on Wendy.

  'It will be rather lonely in the evening," she said, "sitting by the fire." "I shall have Tink."

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  "Tink can't go a twentieth part of the way round," she reminded him a little tartly.

  "Sneaky tell-tale!" Tink called out from somewhere round the corner.

  "It doesn't matter," Peter said.

  "O Peter, you know it matters.' 3

  "Well, then, come with me to the little house."

  "May I, mummy?'

  " Certainly not. I have got you home again, and I mean to keep you."

  "But he does so need a mother.' 2

  "So do you, my love."

  "Oh, all right," Peter said, as if he had asked her from politeness merely; but Mrs. Darling saw his mouth twitch, and she made this hand- some offer: to let Wendy go to him for a week every year and do his spring cleaning. Wendy would have preferred a more permanent arrange- ment, and it seemed to her that spring would be long in coming, but this promise sent Peter away quite gay again. He had no sense of time, and was so full of adventures that all I have told you about him is only a halfpenny worth of them. I suppose it was because Wendy knew

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  this that her last words to him were these rather plaintive ones:

  " You won't forget me, Peter, will you, before spring-cleaning time comes?'

  Of course Peter promised, and then he flew away. He took Mrs. Darling's kiss with him. The kiss that had been for no one else Peter took quite easily. Funny. But she seemed satisfied.

  Of course all the boys went to school; and most of them got into Class in., but Slightly was put first into Class iv. and then into Class v. Class i. is the top class. Before they had attended school a week they saw what goats they had been not to remain on the island ; but it was too late now, and soon they settled down to being as ordinary as you or me or Jenkins minor. It is sad to have to say that the power to fly gradually left them. At first Nana tied their feet to the bed-posts so that they should not fly away in the night; and one of their diversions by day was to pretend to fall off buses; but by and by they ceased to tug at their bonds in bed, and found that they hurt themselves when they let go of the bus. In

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  time they could not even fly after their hats. Want of practice, they called it; but what it really meant was that they no longer believed.

  Michael believed longer than the other boys, though they jeered at him; so he was with Wendy when Peter came for her at the end of the first year. She flew away with Peter in the frock she had woven from leaves and berries in the Neverland, and her one fear was that he might notice how short it had become, but he never noticed, he had so much to say about himself.

  She had looked forward to thrilling talks with him about old times, but new adventures had crowded the old ones from his mind.

  " Who is Captain Hook ? ' he asked with interest when she spoke of the arch enemy.

  "Don't you remember," she asked, amazed, ' how you killed him and saved all our lives ? '

  "I forget them after I kill them," he replied carelessly.

  When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her he said, "Who is Tinker Bell?"

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  "O Peter!' she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember.

  "There are such a lot of them," he said. 'I expect she is no more."

  I expect he was right, for fairies don't live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.

  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.

  "Perhaps he is ill," Michael said.

  "You know he is never ill."

  Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!' and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying.

  Peter came next spring cleaning; and the strange thing was that he never knew he had missed a year.

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  That was the last time the girl Wendy ever saw him. For a little longer she tried for his sake not to have growing pains; and she felt she was untrue to him when she got a prize for general knowledge. But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys. Wendy was grown up. You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than other girls.

  All the boys were grown up and done for by this time; so it is scarcely worth while saying anything more about them. You may see the twins and Nibs and Curly any day going to an office, each carrying a little bag and an umbrella. Michael is an engine-driver. Slightly married a lady of title, and so he became a lord. You see that judge in a wig coming out at the iron door? That used to be Tootles. The bearded man who doesn't know any story to tell his children was once John.

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  Wendy was married in white with a pink sash. It is strange to think that Peter did not alight in the church and forbid the banns.

  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. She loved to hear of Peter, and Wendy told her all she could remember in the very nursery from which the famous flight had taken place. It was Jane's nursery now, for her father had bought it at the three per cents, from Wendy's father, who was no longer fond of stairs. Mrs. Darling was now dead and forgotten.

  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 o
f 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.

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  Once a week Jane's nurse had her evening off, and then it was Wendy's part to put Jane to bed. That was the time for stories. It was Jane's invention to raise the sheet over her mother's head and her own, thus making a tent, and in the awful darkness to whisper:

  " What do we see now ? '

  "I don't think I see anything to-night," says Wendy, with a feeling that if Nana were here she would object to further conversation.

  "Yes, you do," says Jane, "you see when you were a little girl."

  "That is a long time ago, sweetheart," says Wendy. "Ah me, how time flies!'

  "Does it fly," asks the artful child, "the way you flew when you were a little girl ? '

  "The way I flew! Do you know, Jane, I sometimes wonder whether I ever did really fly."

  " Yes, you did."

  "The dear old days when I could fly!'

  "Why can't you fly now, mother?'

  "Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way."

  " Why do they forget the way ? '

  " Because they are no longer gay and innocent

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  and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly."

  " What is gay and innocent and heartless ? I do wish I was gay and innocent and heartless/'

  Or perhaps Wendy admits she does see something. "I do believe," she says, "that it is this nursery!'

  "I do believe it is!' says Jane. 'Go on."

  They are now embarked on the great adven- ture of the night when Peter flew in looking for his shadow.