PETER PAN
IN KENSINGTON GARDENS
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PETER PAN
IN KENSINGTON GARDENS
BY
J. M. BARRIE
(From 'The Little White Bird')
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NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1918
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Copyright, 1902, 1906,
BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
PAGE
THE GRAND TOUR OF THE GARDENS, . 1
CHAPTER II
PETER PAN, ,19
CHAPTER III
THE THRUSH'S NEST, s . 37
CHAPTER IV
LOCK-OUT TIME, 66
CHAPTER V
THE LITTLE HOUSE, ..... 77
CHAPTER VI
PETER'S GOAT, . 109
Thf Kensington Gardens are in London, where the King lives.
ILLUSTRATIONS
1. 'The Kensington Gardens are in London, where the King
lives,' ....... Frontispiece
FAOE
2. 'The lady with the balloons, who sits just outside,' . . 2
3. 'Old Mr. Salford was a crab-apple of an old gentleman
who wandered all day in the Gardens,' ... 16
4. 'When he heard Peter's voice he popped in alarm behind
a tulip,' 24
5. 'Put his strange case before old Solomon Caw,' . . 28
6. 'After this the birds said that they would help him no more
in his mad enterprise,' ...... 36
7. 'For years he had been quietly filling his stocking,' . . 40
8. ' Fairies are all more or less in hiding until dusk,' . . 50
9. 'These tricky fairies sometimes slyly change the board on
a ball night,' ........ 60
10. 'When her Majesty wants to know the time,' ... 64
11. 'Peter Pan is the fairies' orchestra,' .... 66
12. 'A chrysanthemum heard her, and said pointedly, "Hoity-
toity, what is this?" ' 88
13. 'Shook his bald head and murmured, "Cold, quite cold," ' 90
14. 'Fairies never say, "We feel happy"; what they say is,
"Wefeeldancey,"' 94
15. 'Looking very undancey indeed,' ..... 98
16. 'Building the house for Maimie,' ..... 104
PETER PAN
IN KENSINGTON GARDENS
THE GRAND TOUR OF THE GARDENS
You must see for yourselves that it will be
difficult to follow Peter Pan's adventures
unless you are familiar with the Kensing-
ton Gardens. They are in
London, where the King
lives, and I used to take
David there nearly every
day unless he was look-
ing decidedly flushed. No
child has ever been in
the whole of the Gardens,
because it is so soon time
to turn back. The reason
it is soon time to turn
back is that, if you are
as small as David, you sleep from twelve to
one. If your mother was not so sure that
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you sleep from twelve to one, you could
most likely see the whole of them.
The Gardens are bounded on one side by
a never-ending line of omnibuses, over which
your nurse has such authority
that if she holds up her finger to
any one of them it stops immedi-
ately. She then crosses with
you in safety to the other side.
There are more gates to the
Gardens than one gate, but that
is the one you go in at, and be-
fore you go in you speak to the
lady with the balloons, who sits
just outside. This is as near to
being inside as she may venture,
because, if she were to let go her hold of
the railings for one moment, the balloons
would lift her up, and she would be flown
away. She sits very squat, for the balloons
are always tugging at her, and the strain
has given her quite a red face. Once she
was a new one, because the old one had let
go, and David was very sorry for the old
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one, but as she did let go, lie wished he had
been there to see.
The Gardens are a tremendous big place,
with millions and hundreds of trees; and
first you come to the Figs, but you scorn to
loiter there, for the Figs is the resort of
superior little persons, who are forbidden to
mix with the commonalty, and is so named,
according to legend, because they dress in
full fig. These dainty ones are themselves
contemptuously called Figs by David and
other heroes, and you have a key to the
manners and customs of this dandiacal
section of the Gardens when I tell you that
cricket is called crickets here. Occasionally
a rebel Fig climbs over the fence into the
world, and such a one was Miss Mabel Grey,
of whom I shall tell you when we come to
Miss Mabel Grey's gate. She was the only
really celebrated Fig.
We are now in the Broad Walk, and it
is as much bigger than the other walks as
your father is bigger than you. David won-
dered if it began little, and grew and grew,
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until it was quite grown up, and whether the
other walks are its babies, and he drew a
picture, which diverted him very much, of
the Broad Walk giving a tiny walk an airing
in a perambulator. In the Broad Walk you
meet all the people who are worth knowing,
and there is usually a grown-up with them
to prevent them going on the damp grass,
and to make them stand disgraced at the
corner of a seat if they have been mad-dog
or Mary-Annish. To be Mary-Annish is to
behave like a girl, whimpering because nurse
won't carry you, or simpering with your
thumb in your mouth, and it is a hateful
quality ; but to be mad-dog is to kick out at
everything, and there is some satisfaction in
that.
If I were to point out all the notable
places as we pass up the Broad Walk, it
would be time to turn back before we reach
them, and I simply wave my stick at Cecco
Hewlett's Tree, that memorable spot where
a boy called Cecco lost his penny, and, look-
ing for it, found twopence. There has been
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a good deal of excavation going on there
ever since. Farther up the walk is the little
wooden house in which Marmaduke Perry
hid. There is no more awful story of the
Gardens than this of Marmaduke Perry, who
had been Mary-Annish three days in succes-
sion, and was sentenced to appear in the
Broad Walk dressed in his sister's clothes.
He hid in the little wooden house, and
refused to emerge until they brought him
knickerbockers with pockets.
You now try to go to the Round Pond,
but nurses hate it, because they are not
really manly, and they make you look the
other way, at the Big Penny and the Baby's
Palace. She was the most celebrated baby
of the Gardens, and lived in the palace all
alone, with ever so many dolls, so people
rang the bell, and up she got out of her bed,
though it was past six o'clock, and she lighted
a candle and opened the door in her nighty,
and then they all cried with great rejoicings,
'Hail, Queen of England!' What puzzled
David most was how she knew where the
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matches were kept. The Big Penny is a
statue about her.
Next we come to the Hump, which is the
part of the Broad Walk where all the big races
are run ; and even though you had no inten-
tion of running you do run when you come
to the Hump, it is such a fascinating, slide-
down kind of place. Often you stop when
you have run about half-way down it, and
then you are lost ; but there is another little
wooden house near here, called the Lost
House, and so you tell the man that you are
lost and then he finds you. It is glorious
fun racing down the Hump, but you can't
do it on windy days because then you are
not there, but the fallen leaves do it
instead of you. There is almost nothing
that has such a keen sense of fun as a fallen
leaf.
From the Hump we can see the gate that
is called after Miss Mabel Grey, the Fig I
promised to tell you about. There were
always two nurses with her, or else one
mother and one nurse, and for a long time
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she was a pattern-child who always coughed
off the table and said, ' How do you do I ' to
the other Figs, and the only game she played
at was flinging a ball gracefully and letting
the nurse bring it back to her. Then one
day she tired of it all and went mad-dog,
and, first, to show that she really was mad-
dog, she unloosened both her boot-laces and
put out her tongue east, west, north, and
south. She then flung her sash into a puddle
and danced on it till dirty water was squirted
over her frock, after which she climbed the
fence and had a series of incredible adven-
tures, one of the least of which was that she
kicked off both her boots. At last she came
to the gate that is now called after her, out
of which she ran into streets David and I
have never been in though we have heard
them roaring, and still she ran on and would
never again have been heard of had not her
mother jumped into a 'bus and thus over-
taken her. It all happened, I should say,
long ago, and this is not the Mabel Grey
whom David knows.
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Returning up the Broad Walk we have on
our right the Baby Walk, which is so full
of perambulators that you could cross from
side to side stepping on babies, but the
nurses won't let you do it. From this walk
a passage called Bunting's Thumb, because
it is that length, leads into Picnic Street,
where there are real kettles, and chestnut-
blossom falls into your mug as you are
drinking. Quite common children picnic
here also, and the blossom falls into their
mugs just the same.
Next comes St. Govor's Well, which was
full of water when Malcolm the Bold fell
into it. He was his mother's favourite, and
he let her put her arm round his neck in
public because she was a widow; but he
was also partial to adventures, and liked
to play with a chimney-sweep who had
killed a good many bears. The sweep's
name was Sooty, and one day, when they
were playing near the well, Malcolm fell
in and would have been drowned had not
Sooty dived in and rescued him; and the
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water had washed Sooty clean, and he now
stood revealed as Malcolm's long-lost father.
So Malcolm would not let his mother put
her arm round his neck any more.
Between the well and the Round Pond
are the cricket pitches, and frequently the
choosing of sides exhausts so much time
that there is scarcely any cricket. Every-
body wants to bat first, and as soon as he
is out he bowls unless you are the better
wrestler, and while you are wrestling with
him the fielders have scattered to play at
something else. The Gardens are noted for
two kinds of cricket: boy cricket, which is
real cricket with a bat, and girl cricket,
which is with a racquet and the governess.
Girls can't really play cricket, and when you
are watching their futile efforts you make
funny sounds at them. Nevertheless, there
was a very disagreeable incident one day
when some forward girls challenged David's
team, and a disturbing creature called
Angela Clare sent down so many yorkers
that — However, instead of telling you the
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result of that regrettable match I shall pass
on hurriedly to the Round Pond, which is
the wheel that keeps all the Gardens going.
It is round because it is in the very middle
of the Gardens, and when you are come to
it you never want to go any farther. You
can't be good all the time at the Round
Pond, however much you try. You can be
good in the Broad Walk all the time, but
not at the Round Pond, and the reason is
that you forget, and, when you remember,
you are so wet that you may as well be
wetter. There are men who sail boats on
the Round Pond, such big boats that they
bring them in barrows, and sometimes in
perambulators, and then the baby has to
walk. The bow-legged children in the Gar-
dens are those who had to walk too soon
because their father needed the perambu-
lator.
You always want to have a yacht to sail
on the Round Pond, and in the end your
uncle gives you one; and to carry it to the
pond the first day is splendid, also to talk
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OF THE GARDENS
about it to boys who have no uncle is splen-
did, but soon you like to leave it at home.
For the sweetest craft that slips her moor-
ings in the Round Pond is what is called a
stick-boat, because she is rather like a stick
until she is in the water and you are holding
the string. Then as you walk round, pulling
her, you see little men running about her
deck, and sails rise magically and catch the
breeze, and you put in on dirty nights at
snug harbours which are unknown to the
lordly yachts. Night passes in a twink, and
again your rakish craft noses for the wind,
whales spout, you glide over buried cities,
and have brushes with pirates, and cast
anchor on coral isles. You are a solitary
boy while all this is taking place, for two
boys together cannot adventure far upon
the Round Pond, and though you may talk
to yourself throughout the voyage, giving
orders and executing them with despatch,
you know not, when it is time to go home,
where you have been or what swelled your
sails; your treasure-trove is all locked away
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in your hold, so to speak, which will be
opened, perhaps, by another little boy many
years afterwards.
But those yachts have nothing in their
hold. Does any one return to this haunt of
his youth because of the yachts that used to
sail it? Oh no. It is the stick-boat that is
freighted with memories. The yachts are
toys, their owner a fresh-water mariner;
they can cross and recross a pond only
while the stick-boat goes to sea. You
yachtsmen with your wands, who think we
are all there to gaze on you, your ships are
only accidents of this place, and were they
all to be boarded and sunk by the ducks,
the real business of the Eound Pond would
be carried on as usual.
Paths from everywhere crowd like children
to the pond. Some of them are ordinary
paths, which have a rail on each side, and
are made by men with their coats off, but
others are vagrants, wide at one spot, and at
another so narrow that you can stand astride
them. They are called Paths that have
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Made Themselves, and David did wish he
could see them doing it. But, like all the
most wonderful things that happen in the
Gardens, it is done, we concluded, at night
after the gates are closed. We have also
decided that the paths make themselves
because it is their only chance of getting to
the Eound Pond.
One of these gypsy paths comes from the
place where the sheep get their hair cut.
When David shed his curls at the hair-
dresser's, I am told, he said good-bye to
them without a tremor, though his mother
has never been quite the same bright
creature since; so he despises the sheep
as they run from their shearer, and calls
out tauntingly, < Cowardy, cowardy custard!'
But when the man grips them between his
legs David shakes a fist at him for using
such big scissors. Another startling moment
is when the man turns back the grimy wool
from the sheeps' shoulders and they look
suddenly like ladies in the stalls of a theatre.
The sheep are so frightened by the shear-
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ing that it makes them quite white and
thin, and as soon as they are set free they
begin to nibble the grass at once, quite
anxiously, as if they feared that they would
never be worth eating. David wonders
whether they know each other, now that
they are so different, and if it makes them
fight with the wrong ones. They are great
fighters, and thus so unlike country sheep
that every year they give my St. Bernard
dog, Porthos, a shock. He can make a field of
country sheep fly by merely announcing
his approach, but
these town sheep
come toward him
with no promise
of gentle enter-
tainment, and
then a light from
last year breaks
upon Porthos.
He cannot with dignity retreat, but he stops
and looks about him as if lost in admiration
of the scenery, and presently he strolls away
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with a fine indifference and a glint at me
from the corner of his eye.
The Serpentine begins near here. It is
a lovely lake, and there is a drowned forest
at the bottom of it. If you peer over the
edge you can see the trees all growing up-
side down, and they say that at night there
are also drowned stars in it. If so, Peter
Pan sees them when he is sailing across the
lake in the Thrush's Nest. A small part
only of the Serpentine is in the Gardens, for
soon it passes beneath a bridge to far away
where the island is on which all the birds
are born that become baby boys and girls.
No one who is human, except Peter Pan
(and he is only half human), can land on
the island, but you may write what you want
(boy or girl, dark or fair) on a piece of
paper, and then twist it into the shape of
a boat and slip it into the water, and it
reaches Peter Pan's island after dark.
We are on the way home now, though of
course, it is all pretence that we can go to
so many of the places in one day. I should
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have had to be carrying David long ago, and
resting on every seat like old Mr. Salford.
That was what we called him, because he
always talked to us of a lovely place called
Salford where he had been born. He was
a crab-apple of an old gentleman who
wandered all day in the Gardens from seat
to seat trying to fall in with somebody who
was acquainted with the town of Salford,
and when we had known him for a year or
more we actually did meet another aged
solitary who had once spent Saturday to
Monday in Salford. He was meek and
timid, and carried his address inside his
hat, and whatever part of London he was in
search of he always went to Westminster
Abbey first as a starting-point. Him we car-
ried in triumph to our other friend, with the
story of that Saturday to Monday, and never
shall I forget the gloating joy with which
Mr. Salford leapt at him. They have been
cronies ever since, and I noticed that Mr. Sal-
ford, who naturally does most of the talking,
keeps tight grip of the other old man's coat.
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Old Mr. Salford was a crab-apple of an old gentleman who
wandered all da\ in the Gardens.
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The two last places before you come to
our gate are the Dog's Cemetery and the
chaffinch's nest, but we pretend not to know
what the Dog's Cemetery is, as Porthos is
always with us. The nest is very sad. It
is quite white, and the way we found it was
wonderful. We were having another look
among the bushes for David's lost worsted
ball, and instead of the ball we found a
lovely nest made of the worsted, and con-
taining four eggs, with scratches on them
very like David's handwriting, so we think
they must have been the mother's love-
letters to the little ones inside. Every day
we were in the Gardens we paid a call at
the nest, taking care that no cruel boy
should see us, and we dropped crumbs, and
soon the bird knew us as Mends, and sat
in the nest looking at us kindly with her
shoulders hunched up. But one day when
we went there were only two eggs in the
nest, and the next time there were none.
The saddest part of it was that the poor
little chaffinch fluttered about the bushes,
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looking so reproachfully at us that we knew
she thought we had done it; and though
David tried to explain to her, it was so long
since he had spoken the bird language that
I fear she did not understand. He and I
left the Gardens that day with our knuckles
in our eyes.
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PETER PAN
IF you ask your mother whether she knew
about Peter Pan when she was a little girl,
she will say, 'Why, of course I did, child';
and if you ask her whether he rode on a
goat in those days, she will say, 'What a
foolish question to ask; certainly he did.'
Then if you ask your grandmother whether
she knew about Peter Pan when she was a
girl, she also says, 'Why, of course I did,
child,' but if you ask her whether he rode
on a goat in those days, she says she never
heard of his having a goat. Perhaps she
has forgotten, just as she sometimes forgets
your name and calls you Mildred, which is
your mother's name. Still, she could hardly
forget such an important thing as the goat.
Therefore there was no goat when your
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grandmother was a little girl. This shows
that, in telling the story of Peter Pan, to
begin with the goat (as most people do) is
as silly as to put on your jacket before your
vest
Of course, it also shows that Peter is ever
so old, but he is really always the same age,
so that does not matter in the least. His
age is one week, and though he was born
so long ago he has never had a birthday,
nor is there the slightest chance of his ever
having one. The reason is that he escaped
from being a human when he was seven
days old; he escaped by the window and
flew back to the Kensington Gardens.
If you think he was the only baby who
ever wanted to escape, it shows how com-
pletely you have forgotten your own young
days. When David heard this story first
he was quite certain that he had never tried
to escape, but I told him to think back
hard, pressing his hands to his temples, and
when he had done this hard, and even
harder, he distinctly remembered a youth*
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ful desire to return to the tree-tops, and
with that memory came others, as that he
had lain in bed planning to escape as soon
as his mother was asleep, and how she had
once caught him half-way up the chimney.
All children could have such recollections
if they would press their hands hard to their
temples, for, having been birds before they
were human, they are naturally a little wild
during the first few weeks, and very itchy
at the shoulders, where their wings used to
be. So David tells me.
I ought to mention here that the follow-
ing is our way with a story: First I tell it
to him, and then he tells it to me, the
understanding being that it is quite a dif-
ferent story; and then I retell it with his
additions, and so we go on until no one
could say whether it is more his story or
mine. In this story of Peter Pan, for in-
stance, the bald narrative and most of the
moral reflections are mine, though not all,
for this boy can be a stern moralist; but
the interesting bits about the ways and
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customs of babies in the bird-stage are
mostly reminiscences of David's, recalled
by pressing his hands to his temples and
thinking hard.
Well, Peter Pan got out by the window,
which had no bars. Standing on the ledge
he could see trees far away, which were
doubtless the Kensington Gardens, and the
moment he saw them he entirely forgot that
he was now a little boy in a nightgown, and
away he flew, right over the houses to the
Gardens. It is wonderful that he could
fly without wings, but the place itched tre-
mendously, and — and — perhaps we could
all fly if we were as dead-confident-sure of
our capacity to do it as was bold Peter Pan
that evening.
He alighted gaily on the open sward,
between the Baby's Palace and the Serpen-
tine, and the first thing he did was to lie
on his back and kick. He was quite un-
aware already that he had ever been human,
and thought he was a bird, even in appear-
ance, just the same as in his early days,
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and when he tried to catch a fly he did not
understand that the reason he missed it
was because he had attempted to seize it
with his hand, which, of course, a bird never
does. He saw, however, that it must be
past Lock-out Time, for there were a good
many fairies about, all too busy to notice
him; they were getting breakfast ready,
milking their cows, drawing water, and so
on, and the sight of the water-pails made
him thirsty, so he flew over to the Round
Pond to have a drink. He stooped and
dipped his beak in the pond; he thought
it was his beak, but, of course, it was only
his nose, and therefore, very little water
came up, and that not so refreshing as usual,
so next he tried a puddle, and he fell flop
into it. When a real bird falls in flop, he
spreads out his feathers and pecks them
dry, but Peter could not remember what
was the thing to do, and he decided rather
sulkily to go to sleep on the weeping-beech
in the Baby Walk.
At first he found some difficulty in balan-
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cing himself on a branch, but presently he
remembered the way, and fell asleep. He
awoke long before morning, shivering, and
saying to himself, c I never was out on such
a cold night'; he had really been out on
colder nights when he was a bird, but, of
course, as everybody knows, what seems a
warm night to a bird is a cold night to a
boy in a nightgown. Peter also felt strangely
uncomfortable, as if his head was stuffy;
he heard loud noises that made him look
round sharply, though they were really him-
self sneezing. There was something he
wanted very much, but, though he knew
he wanted it, he could not think what it
was. What he wanted so much was his
mother to blow his nose, but that never
struck him, so he decided to appeal to the
fairies for enlightenment. They are reputed
to know a good deal.
There were two of them strolling along
the Baby Walk, with their arms round each
other's waists, and he hopped down to
address them. The fairies have their tiffs
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When he heard Peter's voice he popped in alarm behind a tulip.
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with the birds, but they usually give a civil
answer to a civil question, and he was quite
angry when these two ran away the moment
they saw him. Another was lolling on a
garden chair, reading a postage-stamp which
some human had let fall, and when he
heard Peter's voice he popped in alarm
behind a tulip.
To Peter's bewilderment he discovered
that every fairy he met fled from him. A
band of workmen, who were sawing down a
toadstool, rushed away, leaving their tools
behind them. A milkmaid turned her
pail upside down and hid in it. Soon the
Gardens were in an uproar. Crowds of
fairies were running this way and that,
asking each other stoutly who was afraid;
lights were extinguished, doors barricaded,
and from the grounds of Queen Mab's palace
came the rub-a-dub of drums, showing that
the royal guard had been called out. A
regiment of Lancers came charging down
the Broad Walk, armed with holly-leaves,
with which they jag the enemy horribly in
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passing. Peter heard the little people cry-
ing everywhere that there was a human in
the Gardens after Lock-out Time, but he
never thought for a moment that he was
the human. He was feeling stuffier and
stumer, and more and more wistful to learn
what he wanted done to his nose, but he
pursued them with the vital question in
vain; the timid creatures ran from him,
and even the Lancers, when he approached
them up the Hump, turned swiftly into a
side-walk, on the pretence that they saw
him there.
Despairing of the fairies, he resolved to
consult the birds, but now he remembered,
as an odd thing, that all the birds on the
weeping-beech had flown away when he
alighted on it, and though this had not
troubled him at the time, he saw its mean-
ing now. Every living thing was shunning
him. Poor little Peter Pan ! he sat down
and cried, and even then he did not know
that, for a bird, he was sitting on his wrong
part. It is a blessing that he did not know,
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for otherwise he would have lost faith in
his power to fly, and the moment you doubt
whether you can fly, you cease for ever to
be able to do it. The reason birds can fly
and we can't is simply that they have perfect
faith, for to have faith is to have wings.
Now, except by flying, no one can reach
the island in the Serpentine, for the boats
of humans are forbidden to land there, and
there are stakes round it, standing up in
the water, on each of which a bird-sentinel
sits by day and night. It was to the island
that Peter now flew to put his strange case
before old Solomon Caw, and he alighted
on it with relief, much heartened to find
himself at last at home, as the birds call
the island. All of them were asleep, in-
cluding the sentinels, except Solomon, who
was wide awake on one side, and he listened
quietly to Peter's adventures, and then told
him their true meaning.
1 Look at your nightgown, if you don't
believe me,' Solomon said ; and with staring
eyes Peter looked at his nightgown, and
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then at the sleeping birds. Not one 'of
them wore anything.
<How many of your toes are thumbs'?'
said Solomon a little cruelly, and Peter saw
to his consternation, that all his toes were
fingers. The shock was so great that it
drove away his cold.
' Euffle your feathers,' said that grim old
Solomon, and Peter tried most desperately
hard to ruffle his feathers, but he had none.
Then he rose up, quaking, and for the first
time since he stood on the window ledge,
he remembered a lady who had been very
fond of him.
'I think I shall go back to mother,' he
said timidly.
< Good-bye,' replied Solomon Caw with a
queer look.
But Peter hesitated. 'Why don't you
go ? ' the old one asked politely.
4 1 suppose,' said Peter huskily, « I suppose
I can still fly f '
You see he had lost faith.
'Poor little half-and-half!' said Solomon,
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Put his strange case before old Solomon Caw.
PETER PAN
who was not really hard-hearted, 'you will
never be able to fly again, not even on windy
days. You must live here on the island
always.'
'And never even go to the Kensington
Gardens f ' Peter asked tragically.
' How could you get across 1 ' said Solomon.
He promised very kindly, however, to teach
Peter as many of the bird ways as could be
learned by one of such an awkward shape.
'Then I shan't be exactly a human?'
Peter asked.
<JSTo.'
* Nor exactly a bird ? '
•Ha'
'What shall I be f
'You will be a Betwixt-and-Between,'
Solomon said, and certainly he was a wise
old fellow, for that is exactly how it turned
out.
The birds on the island never got used
to him. His oddities tickled them every
day, as if they were quite new, though it
was really the birds that were new. They
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PETER PAN
came out of the eggs daily, and laughed at
him at once ; then off they soon flew to be
humans, and other birds came out of other
eggs; and so it went on for ever. The
crafty mother-birds, when they tired of sit-
ting on their eggs, used to get the young
ones to break their shells a day before the
right time by whispering to them that now
was their chance to see Peter washing or
drinking or eating. Thousands gathered
round him daily to watch him do these
things, just as you watch the peacocks, and
they screamed with delight when he lifted
the crusts they flung him with his hands
instead of in the usual way with the mouth.
All his food was brought to him from the
Gardens at Solomon's orders by the birds.
He would not eat worms or insects (which
they thought very silly of him), so they
brought him bread in their beaks. Thus,
when you cry out, < Greedy ! Greedy ! ' to the
bird that flies away with the big crust, you
know now that you ought not to do this, for
he is very likely taking it to Peter Pan.
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Peter wore no nightgown now. You see,
the birds were always begging him for bits
of it to line their nests with, and, being very
good-natured, he could not refuse, so by
Solomon's advice he had hidden what was
left of it. But, though he was now quite
naked, you must not think that he was cold
or unhappy. He was usually very happy
and gay, and the reason was that Solomon
had kept his promise and taught him many
of the bird ways. To be easily pleased, for
instance, and always to be really doing
something, and to think that whatever he
was doing was a thing of vast importance.
Peter became very clever at helping the
birds to build their nests; soon he could
build better than a wood-pigeon, and nearly
as well as a blackbird, though never did he
satisfy the finches, and he made nice little
water-troughs near the nests and dug up
worms for the young ones with his fingers.
He also became very learned in bird-lore,
and knew an east wind from a west wind
by its smell, and he could see the grass
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growing and hear the insects walking about
inside the tree-trunks. But the best thing
Solomon had done was to teach him to have
a glad heart. All birds have glad hearts
unless you rob their nests, and so as they
were the only kind of heart Solomon knew
about, it was easy to him to teach Peter
how to have one.
Peter's heart was so glad that he felt he
must sing all day long, just as the birds
sing for joy, but, being partly human, he
needed an instrument, so he made a pipe
of reeds, and he used to sit by the shore
of the island of an evening, practising the
sough of the wind and the ripple of the
water, and catching handfuls of the shine
of the moon, and he put them all in his
pipe and played them so beautifully that
even the birds were deceived, and they
would say to each other, 'Was that a fish
leaping in the water or was it Peter playing
leaping fish on his pipe?' And sometimes
he played the birth of birds, and then the
mothers would turn round in their nests to
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see whether they had laid an egg. If you
are a child of the Gardens you must know
the chestnut-tree near the bridge, which
comes out in flower first of all the chestnuts,
but perhaps you have not heard why this
tree leads the way. It is because Peter
wearies for summer and plays that it has
come, and the chestnut being so near, hears
him and is cheated.
But as Peter sat by the shore tootling
divinely on his pipe he sometimes fell into
sad thoughts, and then the music became
sad also, and the reason of all this sadness
was that he could not reach the Gardens,
though he could see them through the arch
of the bridge. He knew he could never
be a real human again, and scarcely wanted
to be one, but oh! how he longed to play
as other children play, and of course there
is no such lovely place to play in as the
Gardens. The birds brought him news of
how boys and girls play, and wistful tears
started in Peter's eyes.
Perhaps you wonder why he did not swim
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PETER PAN
across. The reason was that he could not
swim. He wanted to know how to swim,
but no one on the island knew the way
except the ducks, and they are so stupid.
They were quite willing to teach him, but
all they could say about it was, 'You sit
down on the top of the water in this way,
and then you kick out like that.' Peter
tried it often, but always before he could
kick out he sank. What he really needed
to know was how you sit on the water with-
out sinking, and they said it was quite
impossible to explain such an easy thing
as that. Occasionally swans touched on the
island, and he would give them all his day's
food and then ask them how they sat on
the water, but as soon as he had no more
to give them the hateful things hissed at
him and sailed away.
Once he really thought he had discovered
a way of reaching the Gardens. A wonder-
ful white thing, like a runaway newspaper,
floated high over the island and then
tumbled, rolling over and over after the
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manner of a bird that has broken its wing.
Peter was so frightened that he hid, but
the birds told him it was only a kite, and
what a kite is, and that it must have tugged
its string out of a boy's hand, and soared
away. After that they laughed at Peter for
being so fond of the kite; he loved it so
much that he even slept with one hand on
it, and I think this was pathetic and pretty,
for the reason he loved it was because it
had belonged to a real boy.
To the birds this was a very poor reason,
but the older ones felt grateful to him at
this time because he had nursed a number
of fledglings through the German measles,
and they offered to show him how birds fly
a kite. So six of them took the end of the
string in their beaks and flew away with
it ; and to his amazement it flew after them
and went even higher than they.
Peter screamed out, 'Do it again!' and
with great good-nature they did it several
times, and always instead of thanking them
he cried, 4 Do it again ! ' which shows that
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even now he had not quite forgotten what
it was to be a boy.
At last, with a grand design burning
within his brave heart, he begged them to
do it once more with him clinging to the
tail, and now a hundred flew off with the
string, and Peter clung to the tail, meaning
to drop off when he was over the Gardens.
But the kite broke to pieces in the air, and
he would have been drowned in the Ser-
pentine had he not caught hold of two
indignant swans and made them carry him
to the island. After this the birds said
that they would help him no more in his
mad enterprise.
Nevertheless, Peter did reach the Gardens
at last by the help of Shelley's boat, as I am
now to tell you.
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THE THRUSH'S NEST
SHELLEY was a young gentleman and as
grown-up as lie need ever expect to be.
He was a poet ; and they are never exactly
grown-up. They are people who despise
money except what you need for to-day,
and he had all that and five pounds over.
So, when he was walking in the Kensington
Gardens, he made a paper boat of his bank-
note, and sent it sailing on the Serpentine.
It reached the island at night; and the
look-out brought it to Solomon Caw, who
thought at first that it was the usual thing,
a message from a lady, saying she would
be obliged if he could let her have a good
one. They always ask for the best one he
has, and if he likes the letter he sends one
from Class A, but if it ruffles him he sends
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very funny ones indeed. Sometimes he
sends none at all, and at another time he
sends a nestful ; it all depends on the mood
you catch him in. He likes you to leave
it all to him, and if you mention particularly
that you hope he will see his way to making
it a boy this time, he is almost sure to send
another girL And whether you are a lady
or only a little boy who wants a baby-sister,
always take pains to write your address
clearly. You can't think what a lot of babies
Solomon has sent to the wrong house.
Shelley's boat, when opened, completely
puzzled Solomon, and he took counsel of
his assistants, who having walked over it
twice, first with their toes pointed out, and
then with their toes pointed in, decided
that it came from some greedy person who
wanted five. They thought this because
there was a large five printed on it. * Pre-
posterous I' cried Solomon in a rage, and
he presented it to Peter; anything useless
which drifted upon the island was usually
given to Peter as a plaything.
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But he did not play with his precious
bank-note, for he knew what it was at once,
having been very observant during the
week when he was an ordinary boy. With
so much money, he reflected, he could
surely at last contrive to reach the Gardens,
and he considered all the possible ways,
and decided (wisely, I think) to choose the
best way. But, first, he had to tell the
birds of the value of Shelley's boat; and
though they were too honest to demand it
back, he saw that they were galled, and
they cast such black looks at Solomon, who
was rather vain of his cleverness, that he
flew away to the end of the island, and sat
there very depressed with his head buried
in his wings. Now Peter knew that unless
Solomon was on your side, you never got
anything done for you in the island, so he
followed him and tried to hearten him.
ISTor was this all that Peter did to gain the
powerful old fellow's good- will. You must
know that Solomon had no intention of
remaining in office all his life. He looked
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THE THRUSH'S NEST
forward to retiring by and by, and devoting
his green old age to a life of pleasure on a
certain yew-stump in the Figs which had
taken his fancy, and for years he had been
quietly filling his stocking. It was a stocking
belonging to some bathing person which had
been cast upon the island, and at the time I
speak of it contained a hundred and eighty
crumbs, thirty-four nuts, sixteen crusts, a
pen- wiper, and a boot-lace. When his stock-
ing was full, Solomon calculated that he
would be able to retire on a competency.
Peter now gave him a pound. He cut it off
his bank-note with a sharp stick.
This made Solomon his friend for ever,
and after the two had consulted together
they called a meeting of the thrushes. You
will see presently why thrushes only were
invited.
The scheme to be put before them was
really Peter's, but Solomon did most of the
talking, because he soon became irritable if
other people talked. He began by saying
that he had been much impressed by the
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For years he had been quietly filling his stocking.
THE THRUSH'S NEST
superior ingenuity shown by the thrushes in
nest-building, and this put them into good-
humour at once, as it was meant to do ; for
all the quarrels between birds are about the
best way of building nests. Other birds, said
Solomon, omitted to line their nests with
mud, and as a result they did not hold
water. Here he cocked his head as if he
had used an unanswerable argument; but,
unfortunately, a Mrs. Finch had come to the
meeting uninvited, and she squeaked out,
'We don't build nests to hold water, but to
hold eggs,' and then the thrushes stopped
cheering, and Solomon was so perplexed that
he took several sips of water.
'Consider,' he said at last, 'how warm the
mud makes the nest.'
'Consider,' cried Mrs. Finch, 'that when
water gets into the nest it remains there
and your little ones are drowned.'
The thrushes begged Solomon with a look
to say something crushing in reply to this,
but again he was perplexed.
'Try another drink,' suggested Mrs. Finch
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THE THKUSH'S NEST
pertly. Kate was her name, and all Kates
are saucy.
Solomon did try another drink, and it in-
spired him. 'If,' said he, 'a finch's nest is
placed on the Serpentine it fills and breaks
to pieces, but a thrush's nest is still as dry
as the cup of a swan's back.'
How the thrushes applauded ! Now they
knew why they lined their nests with mud,
and when Mrs. Finch called out, 4We don't
place our nests on the Serpentine,' they did
what they should have done at first — chased
her from the meeting. After this it was
most orderly. What they had been brought
together to hear, said Solomon, was this:
their young friend, Peter Pan, as they well
knew, wanted very much to be able to cross
to the Gardens, and he now proposed, with
their help, to build a boat.
At this the thrushes began to fidget, which
made Peter tremble for his scheme.
Solomon explained hastily that what he
meant was not one of the cumbrous boats
that humans use; the proposed boat was to
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THE THRUSH'S NEST
be simply a thrush's nest large enough to
hold Peter.
But still, to Peter's agony, the thrushes
were sulky. ' We are very busy people,' they
grumbled, i and this would be a big job.'
4 Quite so,' said Solomon, ' and, of course,
Peter would not allow you to work for
nothing. You must remember that he is
now in comfortable circumstances, and he
will pay you such wages as you have never
been paid before. Peter Pan authorises me
to say that you shall all be paid sixpence
a day.'
Then all the thrushes hopped for joy, and
that very day was begun the celebrated
Building of the Boat. All their ordinary
business fell into arrears. It was the time
of the year when they should have been pair-
ing, but not a thrush's nest was built except
this big one, and so Solomon soon ran short
of thrushes with which to supply the demand
from the mainland. The stout, rather greedy
children, who look so well in perambulators
but get puffed easily when they walk, were
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i
all young thrushes once, and ladies often
ask specially for them. What do you think
Solomon did I He sent over to the house-
tops fora lot of sparrows and ordered them to
lay their eggs in old thrushes' nests, and sent
their young to the ladies and swore they
were all thrushes ! It was known afterwards
on the island as the Sparrow's Year; and
so, when you meet grown-up people in the
Gardens who puff and blow as if they
thought themselves bigger than they are,
very likely they belong to that year. You
ask them.
Peter was a just master, and paid his
workpeople every evening. They stood in
rows on the branches, waiting politely while
he cut the paper sixpences out of his bank-
note, and presently he called the roll, and
then each bird, as the names were men-
tioned, flew down and got sixpence. It must
have been a fine sight.
And at last, after months of labour,
the boat was finished. O the glory of
Peter as he saw it growing more and more
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like a great thrush's nest ! From the very
beginning of the building of it he slept by
its side, and often woke up to say sweet
things to it, and after it was lined with mud
and the mud had dried he always slept in it.
He sleeps in his nest still, and has a fascinat-
ing way of curling round in it, for it is just
large enough to hold him comfortably when
he curls round like a kitten. It is brown in-
side, of course, but outside it is mostly green,
being woven of grass and twigs, and when
these wither or snap the walls are thatched
afresh. There are also a few feathers here
and there, which came off the thrushes while
they were building.
The other birds were extremely jealous,
and said that the boat would not balance
on the water, but it lay most beautifully
steady ; they said the water would come
into it, but no water came into it. Next
they said that Peter had no oars, and this
caused the thrushes to look at each other
in dismay; but Peter replied that he had
no need of oars, for he had a sail, and
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THE THRUSH'S NEST
f
with such a proud, happy face he produced
a sail which he had fashioned out of his
nightgown, and though it was still rather
like a nightgown it made a lovely sail.
And that night, the moon being full, and
all the birds asleep, he did enter his coracle
(as Master Francis Pretty would have said)
and depart out of the island. And first,
he knew not why, he looked upward, with
his hands clasped, and from that moment
his eyes were pinned to the west.
He had promised the thrushes to begin by
making short voyages, with them as his
guides, but far away he saw the Kensing-
ton Gardens beckoning to him beneath the
bridge, and he could not wait. His face
was flushed, but he never looked back;
there was an exultation in his little breast
that drove out fear. Was Peter the least
gallant of the English mariners who have
sailed westward to meet the Unknown ?
At first, his boat turned round and
round, and he was driven back to the
place of his starting, whereupon he short-
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THE THRUSH'S NEST
ened sail, by removing one of the sleeves,
and was forthwith carried backwards by a
contrary breeze, to his no small peril. He
now let go the sail, with the result that he
was drifted towards the far shore, where
are black shadows he knew not the dangers
of, but suspected them, and so once more
hoisted his nightgown and went roomer of
the shadows until he caught a favouring
wind, which bore him westward, but at so
great a speed that he was like to be
broke against the bridge. Which, having
avoided, he passed under the bridge and
came, to his great rejoicing, within full
sight of the delectable Gardens. But hav-
ing tried to cast anchor, which was a stone
at the end of a piece of the kite-string,
he found no bottom, and was fain to hold
off, seeking for moorage; and, feeling his
way, he buffeted against a sunken reef that
cast him overboard by the greatness of the
shock, and he was near to being drowned,
but clambered back into the vessel. There
now arose a mighty storm, accompanied by
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THE THRUSH'S NEST
roaring of waters, such as he had never
heard the like, and he was tossed this way
and that, and his hands so numbed with
the cold that he could not close them.
Having escaped the danger of which, he
was mercifully carried into a small bay,
where his boat rode at peace.
Neverthless, he was not yet in safety;
for, on pretending to disembark, he found
a multitude of small people drawn up on
the shore to contest his landing, and shout-
ing shrilly to him to be off, for it was long
past Lock-out Time. This, with much
brandishing of their holly-leaves, and also
a company of them carried an arrow which
some boy had left in the Gardens, and
this they were prepared to use as a batter-
ing-ram.
Then Peter, who knew them for the
fairies, called out that he was not an
ordinary human and had no desire to do
them displeasure, but to be their friend;
nevertheless, having found a jolly harbour,
he was in no temper to draw off there-
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from, and he warned them if they sought
to mischief him to stand to their harms.
So saying, he boldly leapt ashore, and
they gathered around him with intent to
slay him, but there then arose a great cry
among the women, and it was because
they had now observed that his sail was
a baby's nightgown. Whereupon, they
straightway loved him, and grieved that
their laps were too small, the which I
cannot explain, except by saying that
such is the way of women. The men-
fairies now sheathed their weapons on
observing the behaviour of their women,
on whose intelligence they set great store,
and they led him civilly to their queen,
who conferred upon him the courtesy of
the Gardens after Lock-out Time, and
henceforth Peter could go whither he
chose, and the fairies had orders to put
him in comfort.
Such was his first voyage to the Gardens,
and you may gather from the antiquity
of the language that it took place a long
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time ago. But Peter never grows any
older, and if we could be watching for
him under the bridge to-night (but, of
course, we can't), I dare say we should
see him hoisting his nightgown and sail-
ing or paddling towards us in the Thrush's
Nest. When he sails, he sits down, but
he stands up to paddle. I shall tell you
presently how he got his paddle.
Long before the time for the opening
of the gates comes he steals back to the
island, for people must not see him (he is
not so human as all that), but this gives
him hours for play, and he plays exactly as
real children play. At least he thinks so,
and it is one of the pathetic things about
him that he often plays quite wrongly.
You see, he had no one to tell him
how children really play, for the fairies
are all more or less in hiding until dusk,
and so know nothing, and though the
birds pretended that they could tell him
a great deal, when the time for telling
came, it was wonderful how little they
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really knew. They told him the truth
about hide-and-seek, and he often plays
it by himself, but even the ducks on the
Eound Pond could not explain to him
what it is that makes the pond so fascin-
ating to boys. Every night the ducks
have forgotten all the events of the day,
except the number of pieces of cake
thrown to them. They are gloomy crea-
tures, and say that cake is not what it
was in their young days.
So Peter had to find out many things
for himself. He often played ships at
the Eound Pond, but his ship was only a
hoop which he had found on the grass.
Of course, he had never seen a hoop, and
he wondered what you play at with them,
and decided that you play at pretending
they are boats. This hoop always sank at
once, but he waded in for it, and some-
times he dragged it gleefully round the
rim of the pond, and he was quite proud
to think that he had discovered what boys
do with hoops.
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Another time, when he found a child's
pail, he thought it was for sitting in, and
he sat so hard in it that he could scarcely
get out of it. Also he found a balloon.
It was bobbing about on the Hump, quite
as if it was having a game by itself, and
he caught it after an exciting chase. But
he thought it was a ball, and Jenny Wren
had told him that boys kick balls, so he
kicked it; and after that he could not
find it anywhere.
Perhaps the most surprising thing he
found was a perambulator. It was under
a lime-tree, near the entrance to the Fairy
Queen's Winter Palace (which is within
the circle of the seven Spanish chestnuts),
and Peter approached it warily, for the
birds had never mentioned such things to
him. Lest it was alive, he addressed it
politely; and then, as it gave no answer,
he went nearer and felt it cautiously. He
gave it a little push, and it ran from him,
which made him think it must be alive
after all; but, as it had run from him, he
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was not afraid. So he stretched out his
hand to pull it to him, but this time it
ran at him, and he was so alarmed that
he leapt the railing and scudded away to
his boat. You must not think, however,
that he was a coward, for he came back
next night with a crust in one hand and
a stick in the other, but the perambulator
had gone, and he never saw any other one.
I have promised to tell you also about
his paddle. It was a child's spade which
he had found near St. Govor's Well, and
he thought it was a paddle.
Do you pity Peter Pan for making these
mistakes? If so, I think it rather silly of
you. What I mean is that, of course, one
must pity him now and then, but to pity
him all the time would be impertinence.
He thought he had the most splendid
time in the Gardens, and to think you
have it is almost quite as good as really
to have it. He played without ceasing,
while you often waste time by being mad-
dog or Mary-Annish. He could be neither
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of these things, for he had never heard of
them, but do you think he is to be pitied
for that f
Oh, he was merry! He was as much
merrier than you, for instance, as you are
merrier than your father. Sometimes he
fell, like a spinning-top, and from sheer merri-
ment. Have you seen a greyhound leap-
ing the fences of the Gardens? That is
how Peter leaps them.
And think of the music of his pipe.
Gentlemen who walk home at night write
to the papers to say they heard a night-
ingale in the Gardens, but it is really
Peter's pipe they hear. Of course, he
had no mother — at least, what use was
she to him? You can be sorry for him
for that, but don't be too sorry, for the
next thing I mean to tell you is how he
revisited her. It was the fairies who gave
him the chance.
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IV
LOCK-OUT TIME
IT is frightfully difficult to know much
about the fairies, and almost the only thing
known for certain is that there are fairies
wherever there are children. Long ago
children were forbidden the Gardens, and
at that time there was not a fairy in the
place; then the children were admitted,
and the fairies came trooping in that very
evening. They can't resist following the
children, but you seldom see them, partly
because they live in the daytime behind
the railings, where you are not allowed to
go, and also partly because they are so
cunning. They are not a bit cunning after
Lock-out, but until Lock-out, my word !
When you were a bird you knew the
fairies pretty well, and you remember a
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good deal about them in your babyhood,
which it is a great pity you can't write
down, for gradually you forget, and I have
heard of children who declared that they
had never once seen a fairy. Very likely
if they said this in the Kensington Gardens,
they were standing looking at a fairy all
the time. The reason they were cheated
was that she pretended to be something
else. This is one of their best tricks. They
usually pretend to be flowers, because the
court sits in the Fairies' Basin, and there
are so many flowers there, and all along
the Baby Walk, that a flower is the thing
least likely to attract attention. They dress
exactly like flowers, and change with the
seasons, putting on white when lilies are
in and blue for bluebells, and so on. They
like crocus and hyacinth time best of all,
as they are partial to a bit of colour, but
tulips (except white ones, which are the
fairy cradles) they consider garish, and they
sometimes put off dressing like tulips for
days, so that the beginning of the tulip
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weeks is almost the best time to catch
them.
When they think you are not looking
they skip along pretty lively, but if you
look, and they fear there is no time to hide,
they stand quite still pretending to be
flowers. Then, after you have passed with-
out knowing that they were fairies, they
rush home and tell their mothers they have
had such an adventure. The Fairy Basin,
you remember, is all covered with ground-
ivy (from which they make their castor oil),
with flowers growing in it here and there.
Most of them really are flowers, but some
of them are fairies. You never can be sure
of them, but a good plan is to walk by
looking the other way, and then turn round
sharply. Another good plan, which David
and I sometimes follow, is to stare them
down. After a long time they can't help
winking, and then you know for certain
that they are fairies.
There are also numbers of them along
the Baby Walk, which is a famous gentle
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place, as spots frequented by fairies are
called. Once twenty-four of them had an
extraordinary adventure. They were a girls'
school out for a walk with the governess,
and all wearing hyacinth gowns, when she
suddenly put her finger to her mouth, and
then they all stood still on an empty bed and
pretended to be hyacinths. Unfortunately
what the governess had heard was two
gardeners coming to plant new flowers in
that very bed. They were wheeling a hand-
cart with the flowers in it, and were quite
surprised to find the bed occupied. ' Pity
to lift them hyacinths,' said the one man.
'Duke's orders,' replied the other, and,
having emptied the cart, they dug up the
boarding school and put the poor, terrified
things in it in five rows. Of course, neither
the governess nor the girls dare let on that
they were fairies, so they were carted far
away to a potting-shed, out of which they
escaped in the night without their shoes,
but there was a great row about it among
the parents, and the school was ruined.
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As for their houses, it is no use looking
for them, because they are the exact op-
posite of our houses. You can see our
houses by day but you can't see them by
dark. Well, you can see their houses by
dark, but you can't see them by day, for
they are the colour of night, and I never
heard of any one yet who could see night
in the daytime. This does not mean that
they are black, for night has its colours
just as day has, but ever so much brighter.
Their blues and reds and greens are like
ours with a light behind them. The palace
is entirely built of many-coloured glasses,
and it is quite the loveliest of all royal
residences, but the queen sometimes com-
plains because the common people will peep
in to see what she is doing. They are very
inquisitive folk, and press quite hard against
the glass, and that is why their noses are
mostly snubby. The streets are miles long
and very twisty, and have paths on each
side made of bright worsted. The birds
used to steal the worsted for their nests,
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but a policeman has been appointed to hold
on at the other end.
One of the great differences between the
fairies and us is that they never do any-
thing useful. When the first baby laughed
for the first time, his laugh broke into a
million pieces, and they all went skipping
about. That was the beginning of fairies.
They look tremendously busy, you know,
as if they had not a moment to spare, but
if you were to ask them what they are
doing, they could not tell you in the least.
They are frightfully ignorant, and everything
they do is make-believe. They have a post-
man, but he never calls except at Christmas
with his little box, and though they have
beautiful schools, nothing is taught in them ;
the youngest child being chief person is
always elected mistress, and when she has
called the roll, they all go out for a walk
and never come back. It is a very notice-
able thing that, in fairy families, the
youngest is always chief person, and usually
becomes a prince or princess • and children
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remember this, and think it must be so
among humans also, and that is why they
are often made uneasy when they come
upon their mother furtively putting new
frills on the basinette.
You have probably observed that your
baby-sister wants to do all sorts of things
that your mother and her nurse want her
not to do — to stand up at sitting-down time,
and to sit down at stand-up time, for in-
stance, or to wake up when she should fall
asleep, or to crawl on the floor when she
is wearing her best frock, and so on, and
perhaps you put this down to naughtiness.
But it is not; it simply means that she is
doing as she has seen the fairies do; she
begins by following their ways, and it takes
about two years to get her into the human
ways. Her fits of passion, which are awful
to behold, and are usually called teething,
are no such thing; they are her natural
exasperation, because we don't understand
her, though she is talking an intelligible
language. She is talking fairy. The reason
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mothers and nurses know what her remarks
mean, before other people know, as that
4 Guch ' means ' Give it to me at once,' while
<Wa' is 'Why do you wear such a fanny
hat?' is because, mixing so much with
babies, they have picked up a little of the
fairy language.
Of late David has been thinking back hard
about the fairy tongue, with his hands clutch-
ing his temples, and he has remembered a
number of their phrases which I shall tell
you some day if I don't forget. He had
heard them in the days when he was a
thrush, and though I suggested to him that
perhaps it is really bird language he is re-
membering, he says not, for these phrases
are about fun and adventures, and the birds
talked of nothing but nest-building. He dis-
tinctly remembers that the birds used to go
from spot to spot like ladies at shop windows,
looking at the different nests and saying, 'Not
my colour, my dear,' and ' How would that
do with a soft lining I ' and < But will it wear ? '
and * What hideous trimming ! ' and so on.
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The fairies are exquisite dancers, and that
is why one of the first things the baby does
is to sign to you to dance to him and then to
cry when you do it. They hold their great
balls in the open air, in what is called a fairy
ring. For weeks afterwards you can see the
ring on the grass. It is not there when they
begin, but they make it by waltzing round
and round. Sometimes you will find mush-
rooms inside the ring, and these are fairy
chairs that the servants have forgotten to
clear away. The chairs and the rings are
the only tell-tale marks these little people
leave behind them, and they would remove
even these were they not so fond of dancing
that they toe it till the very moment of the
opening of the gates. David and I once
found a fairy ring quite warm.
But there is also a way of finding out
about the ball before it takes place. You
know the boards which tell at what time the
Gardens are to close to-day. Well, these
tricky fairies sometimes slyly change the
board on a ball night, so that it says the
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Gardens are to close at six-thirty, for in-
stance, instead of at seven. This enables
them to get begun half an hour earlier.
If on such a night we could remain behind
in the Gardens, as the famous Maimie Man-
nering did, we might see delicious sights;
hundreds of lovely fairies hastening to the
ball, the married ones wearing their wedding
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ringa round their waists ; the gentlemen, all
in uniform, holding up the ladies' trains, and
linkmen running in front carrying winter
cherries, which are the fairy-lanterns; the
cloakroom where they put on their silver
slippers and get a ticket for their wraps;
the flowers streaming up from the Baby
"Walk to look on, and always welcome be-
cause they can lend a pin; the supper-table,
with Queen Mab at the head of it, and
behind her chair the Lord Chamberlain,
who carries a dandelion on which he blows
when her Majesty wants to know the time.
The table-cloth varies according to the
seasons, and in May it is made of chestnut
blossom. The way the fairy servants do is
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After this the birds said that they would help him no more in
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this : The men, scores of them, climb up
the trees and shake the branches, and the
blossom falls like snow. Then the lady
servants sweep it together by whisking their
skirts until it is exactly like a tablecloth,
and that is how they get their tablecloth.
They have real glasses and real wine of
three kinds, namely, blackthorn wine, ber-
berris wine, and cowslip wine, and the
Queen pours out, but the bottles are so
heavy that she just pretends to pour out.
There is bread-and-butter to begin with,
of the size of a threepenny bit ; and cakes
to end with, and they are so small that
they have no crumbs. The fairies sit round
on mushrooms, and at first they are well-
behaved and always cough off the table,
and so on, but after a bit they are not so
well-behaved and stick their fingers into
the butter, which is got from the roots of
old trees, and the really horrid ones crawl
over the tablecloth chasing sugar or other
delicacies with their tongues. When the
Queen sees them doing this she signs to
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the servants to wash up and put away, and
then everybody adjourns to the dance, the
Queen walking in front while the Lord
Chamberlain walks behind her, carrying
two little pots, one of which contains the
juice of wallflower and the other the juice
of Solomon's seals. Wallflower juice is good
for reviving dancers who fall to the ground
in a fit, and Solomon's seals juice is for
bruises. They bruise very easily, and when
Peter plays faster and faster they foot it
till they fall down in fits. For, as you
know without my telling you, Peter Pan
is the fairies' orchestra. He sits in the
middle of the ring, and they would never
dream of having a smart dance nowadays
without him. 'P. P.' is written on the
corner of the invitation-cards sent out by
all really good families. They are grateful
little people, too, and at the princess's
coming-of-age ball (they come of age on
their second birthday and have a birthday
every month) they gave him the wish of
his heart.
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The way it was done was this. The
Queen ordered him to kneel, and then said
that for playing so beautifully she would
give him the wish of his heart. Then they
all gathered round Peter to hear what was
the wish of his heart, but for a long time
he hesitated, not being certain what it was
himself.
' If I chose to go back to mother,' he asked
at last, < could you give me that wish I '
Now this question vexed them, for were
he to return to his mother they should
lose his music, so the Queen tilted her
nose contemptuously and said, 4 Pooh ! ask
for a much bigger wish than that.'
* Is that quite a little wish I ' he inquired.
<As little as this,' the Queen answered,
putting her hands near each other.
4 What size is a big wish f ' he asked.
She measured it off on her skirt and it
was a very handsome length.
Then Peter reflected and said, 'Well,
then, I think I shall have two little wishes
instead of one big one.'
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Of course, the fairies had to agree, though
his cleverness rather shocked them, and
he said that his first wish was to go to
his mother, but with the right to return
to the Gardens if he found her disappoint-
ing. His second wish he would hold in
reserve.
They tried to dissuade him, and even put
obstacles in the way.
4 1 can give you the power to fly to her
house,' the Queen said, < but I can't open
the door for you.'
'The window I flew out at will be open,'
Peter said confidently. 'Mother always
keeps it open in the hope that I may fly
back.'
'How do you know? 'they asked, quite
surprised, and, really, Peter could not
explain how he knew.
'I just do know,' he said.
So as he persisted in his wish, they had
to grant it. The way they gave him power
to fly was this : They all tickled him on
the shoulder, and soon he felt a funny
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itching in that part, and then up he rose
higher and higher, and flew away out of
the Gardens and over the housetops.
It was so delicious that instead of flying
straight to his own home he skimmed away
over St. Paul's to the Crystal Palace and
back by the river and Regent's Park, and
by the time he reached his mother's window
he had quite made up his mind that his
second wish should be to become a bird.
The window was wide open, just as he
knew it would be, and in he fluttered, and
there was his mother lying asleep. Peter
alighted softly on the wooden rail at the
foot of the bed and had a good look at
her. She lay with her head on her hand,
and the hollow in the pillow was like a
nest lined with her brown wavy hair. He
remembered, though he had long forgotten
it, that she always gave her hair a holiday
at night. How sweet the frills of her night-
gown were! He was very glad she was
such a pretty mother.
But she looked sad, and he knew why
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she looked sad. One of her arms moved
as if it wanted to go round something, and
he knew what it wanted to go round.
4O mother!' said Peter to himself, cif
you just knew who is sitting on the rail
at the foot of the bed.'
Very gently he patted the little mound
that her feet made, and he could see by
her face that she liked it. He knew he
had but to say 'Mother' ever so softly,
and she would wake up. They always
wake up at once if it is you that says
their name. Then she would give such a
joyous cry and squeeze him tight. How
nice that would be to him, but oh ! how
exquisitely delicious it would be to her.
That, I am afraid, is how Peter regarded
it. In returning to his mother he never
doubted that he was giving her the greatest
treat a woman can have. Nothing can be
more splendid, he thought, than to have
a little boy of your own. How proud of
him they are ! and very right and proper,
too.
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But why does Peter sit so long on the
rail; why does he not tell his mother that
he has come back I
I quite shrink from the truth, which is
that he sat there in two minds. Some-
times he looked longingly at his mother,
and sometimes he looked longingly at the
window. Certainly it would be pleasant to
be her boy again, but on the other hand,
what times those had been in the Gardens !
Was he so sure that he should enjoy wear-
ing clothes again? He popped off the bed
and opened some drawers to have a look
at his old garments. They were still there,
but he could not remember how you put
them on. The socks, for instance, were
they worn on the hands or on the feet?
He was about to try one of them on his
hand, when he had a great adventure.
Perhaps the drawer had creaked ; at any
rate, his mother woke up, for he heard her
say < Peter,' as if it was the most lovely
word in the language. He remained sitting
on the floor and held his breath, wonder-
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ing how she knew that he had come back.
If she said 'Peter' again, he meant to cry
* Mother' and run to her. But she spoke
no more, she made little moans only, and
when he next peeped at her she was once
more asleep, with tears on her face.
It made Peter very miserable, and what
do you think was the first thing he did?
Sitting on the rail at the foot of the bed,
he played a beautiful lullaby to his mother
on his pipe. He had made it up himself
out of the way she said 'Peter,' and he
never stopped playing until she looked
happy.
He thought this so clever of him that
he could scarcely resist wakening her to
hear her say, l O Peter, how exquisitely you
play!' However, as she now seemed com-
fortable, he again cast looks at the window.
You must not think that he meditated fly-
ing away and never coming back. He had
quite decided to be his mother's boy, but
hesitated about beginning to-night. It was
the second wish which troubled him. He
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no longer meant to make it a wish to be
a bird, but not to ask for a second wish
seemed wasteful, and, of course, he could
not ask for it without returning to the
fairies. Also, if he put off asking for his
wish too long it might go bad. He asked
himself if he had not been hard-hearted
to fly away without saying good-bye to
Solomon. ' I should like awfully to sail in
my boat just once more,' he said wistfully
to his sleeping mother. He quite argued
with her as if she could hear him. 'It
would be so splendid to tell the birds of
this adventure,' he said coaxingly. <I pro-
mise to come back,' he said solemnly, and
meant it, too.
And in the end, you know, he flew away.
Twice he came back from the window,
wanting to kiss his mother, but he feared
the delight of it might waken her, so at
last he played her a lovely kiss on his
pipe, and then he flew back to the
Gardens.
Many nights, and even months, passed
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before he asked the fairies for his second
wish; and I am not sure that I quite
know why he delayed so long. One reason
was that he had so many good-byes to say,
not only to his particular friends, but to a
hundred favourite spots. Then he had his
last sail, and his very last sail, and his last
sail of all, and so on. Again, a number of
farewell feasts were given in his honour;
and another comfortable reason was that,
after all, there was no hurry, for his mother
would never weary of waiting for him. This
last reason displeased old Solomon, for it
was an encouragement to the birds to pro-
crastinate. Solomon had several excellent
mottoes for keeping them at their work,
such as i Never put off laying to-day
because you can lay to-morrow,' and <In
this world there are no second chances,'
and yet here was Peter gaily putting off
and none the worse for it. The birds
pointed this out to each other, and fell
into lazy habits.
But, mind you, though Peter was so slow
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in going back to his mother, he was quite
decided to go back. The best proof of
this was his caution with the fairies. They
were most anxious that he should remain
in the Gardens to play to them, and to
bring this to pass they tried to trick him
into making such a remark as 'I wish the
grass was not so wet,' and some of them
danced out of time in the hope that he
might cry, <I do wish you would keep
time!' Then they would have said that
this was his second wish. But he smoked
their design, and though on occasions he
began, <I wish ' he always stopped in
time. So when at last he said to them
bravely, < I wish now to go back to mother
for ever and always,' they had to tickle his
shoulders and let him go.
He went in a hurry in the end, because
he had dreamt that his mother was crying,
and he knew what was the great thing she
cried for, and that a hug from her splendid
Peter would quickly make her to smile.
Oh ! he felt sure of it, and so eager was he
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to be nestling in her arms that this time
he flew straight to the window, which was
always to be open for him.
But the window was closed, and there
were iron bars on it, and peering inside
he saw his mother sleeping peacefully with
her arm around another little boy.
Peter called, 'Mother! mother!' but she
heard him not; in vain he beat his little
limbs against the iron bars. He had to fly
back, sobbing, to the Gardens, and he never
saw his dear again. What a glorious boy
he had meant to be to her! Ah, Peter1
we who have made the great mistake, how
differently we should all act at the second
chance. But Solomon was right — there is
no second chance, not for most of us.
When we reach the window it is Lock-out
Time. The iron bars are up for life.
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EVERYBODY lias heard of the Little House
in the Kensington Gardens, which is the
only house in the whole world that the
fairies have built for humans. But no one
has really seen it, except just three or four,
and they have not only seen it but slept in
it, and unless you sleep in it you never
see it. This is because it is not there when
you lie down, but it is there when you
wake up and step outside.
In a kind of way every one may see it,
but what you see is not really it, but only
the light in the windows. You see the
light after Lock-out Time. David, for in-
stance, saw it quite distinctly far away
among the trees as we were going home
from the pantomime, and Oliver Bailey
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saw it the night he stayed so late at the
Temple, which is the name of his father's
office. Angela Clare, who loves to have a
tooth extracted because then she is treated
to tea in a shop, saw more than one light,
she saw hundreds of them all together ; and
this must have been the fairies building
the house, for they build it every night,
and always in a different part of the Gar-
dens. She thought one of the lights was
bigger than the others, though she was not
quite sure, for they jumped about so, and
it might have been another one that was
bigger. But if it was the same one, it was
Peter Pan's light. Heaps of children have
seen the light, so that is nothing. But
Maimie Mannering was the famous one for
whom the house was first built.
Maimie was always rather a strange girl,
and it was at night that she was strange.
She was four years of age, and in the day-
time she was the ordinary kind. She was
pleased when her brother Tony, who was a
magnificent fellow of six, took notice of her,
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and she looked up to him in the right way,
and tried in vain to imitate him, and was
flattered rather than annoyed when he
shoved her about. Also, when she was
batting, she would pause though the ball
was in the air to point out to you that she
was wearing new shoes. She was quite
the ordinary kind in the daytime.
But as the shades of night fell, Tony,
the swaggerer, lost his contempt for Maimie
and eyed her fearfully ; and no wonder, for
with dark there came into her face a look
that I can describe only as a leary look.
It was also a serene look that contrasted
grandly with Tony's uneasy glances. Then
he would make her presents of his favourite
toys (which he always took away from her
next morning), and she accepted them with
a disturbing smile. The reason he was now
become so wheedling and she so mysterious
was (in brief) that they knew they were
about to be sent to bed. It was then that
Maimie was terrible. Tony entreated her
not to do it to-night, and the mother and
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their coloured nurse threatened her, but
Maimie merely smiled her agitating smile.
And by and by when they were alone with
their night-light she would start up in bed
crying <Hsh! what was that?' Tony be-
seeches her, < It was nothing — don't, Maimie,
don't!' and pulls the sheet over his head.
<It is coming nearer ! ' she cries. ' Oh, look
at it, Tony! It is feeling your bed with
its horns — it is boring for you, O Tony, oh ! '
and she desists not until he rushes down-
stairs in his combinations, screeching. When
they came up to whip Maimie they usually
found her sleeping tranquilly — not sham-
ming, you know, but really sleeping, and
looking like the sweetest little angel, which
seems to me to make it almost worse.
But of course it was daytime when they
were in the Gardens, and then Tony did
most of the talking. You could gather
from his talk that he was a very brave
boy, and no one was so proud of it as
Maimie. She would have loved to have
a ticket on her saying that she was his
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sister. And at no time did she admire
him more than when he told her, as he
often did with splendid firmness, that one
day he meant to remain behind in the
Gardens after the gates were closed.
<O Tony,' she would say with awful re-
spect, ' but the fairies will be so angry ! '
' I dare say,' replied Tony carelessly.
1 Perhaps,' she said, thrilling, ' Peter Pan
will give you a sail in his boat! '
4 1 shall make him,' replied Tony; no
wonder she was proud of him.
But they should not have talked so loudly,
for one day they were overheard by a fairy
who had been gathering skeleton leaves,
from which the little people weave their
summer curtains, and after that Tony was
a marked boy. They loosened the rails
before he sat on them, so that down he
came on the back of his head ; they tripped
him up by catching his bootlace, and bribed
the ducks to sink his boat. Nearly all
the nasty accidents you meet with in the
Gardens occur because the fairies have
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taken an ill-will to you, and so it behoves
you to be careful what you say about
them.
Maimie was one of the kind who like to
fix a day for doing things, but Tony was
not that kind, and when she asked him
which day he was to remain behind in the
Gardens after Lock-out he merely replied,
4 Just some day ' ; he was quite vague about
which day except when she asked, 'Will
it be to-day f ' and then he could always
say for certain that it would not be to-day.
So she saw that he was waiting for a real
good chance.
This brings us to an afternoon when the
Gardens were white with snow, and there
was ice on the Round Pond ; not thick
enough to skate on, but at least you could
spoil it for to-morrow by flinging stones,
and many bright little boys and girls were
doing that.
When Tony and his sister arrived they
wanted to go straight to the pond, but
their ayah said they must take a sharp
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walk first, and as she said this she glanced
at the time-board to see when the Gardens
closed that night. It read half-past five.
Poor ayah! she is the one who laughs
continuously because there are so many
white children in the world, but she was
not to laugh much more that day.
Well, they went up the Baby Walk and
back, and when they returned to the time-
board she was surprised to see that it now
read five o'clock for closing-time. But she
was unacquainted with the tricky ways of
the fairies, and so did not see (as Maimie
and Tony saw at once) that they had
changed the hour because there was to be
a ball to-night. She said there was only
time now to walk to the top of the Hump
and back, and as they trotted along with
her she little guessed what was thrilling
their little breasts. You see the chance
had come of seeing a fairy ball. Never,
Tony felt, could he hope for a better
chance.
He had to feel this for Maimie so plainly
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felt it for him. Her eager eyes asked the
question, 'Is it to-day?' and he gasped
and then nodded. Maimie slipped her
hand into Tony's, and hers was hot, but
his was cold. She did a very kind thing;
she took off her scarf and gave it to him.
'In case you should feel cold,' she whis-
pered. Her face was aglow, but Tony's
was very gloomy.
As they turned on the top of the Hump
he whispered to her, 'I'm afraid nurse
would see me, so I shan't be able to do
it'
Maimie admired him more than ever for
being afraid of nothing but their ayah, when
there were so many unknown terrors to
fear, and she said aloud, 'Tony, I shall
race you to the gate,' and in a whisper,
' Then you can hide,' and off they ran.
Tony could always outdistance her easily,
but never had she known him speed away
so quickly as now, and she was sure he
hurried that he might have more time to
hide. ' Brave, brave I ' her doting eyes were
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crying when she got a dreadful shock;
instead of hiding, her hero had run out at
the gate! At this bitter sight Maimie
stopped blankly, as if all her lapful of
darling treasures were suddenly spilled,
and then for very disdain she could not
sob; in a swell of protest against all pul-
ing cowards she ran to St. Govor's Well
and hid in Tony's stead.
When the ayah reached the gate and
saw Tony far in front she thought her
other charge was with him and passed
out. Twilight crept over the Gardens,
and hundreds of people passed out, includ-
ing the last one, who always has to run for
it, but Maimie saw them not. She had
shut her eyes tight and glued them with
passionate tears. When she opened them
something very cold ran up her legs and
up her arms and dropped into her heart.
It was the stillness of the Gardens. Then
she heard clang, then from another part
clang, then clang, clang far away. It was
the Closing of the Gates.
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Immediately the last clang had died away
Maimie distinctly heard a voice say, 'So
that's all right.' It had a wooden sound
and seemed to come from above, and she
looked up in time to see an elm-tree
stretching out its arms and yawning.
She was about to say, 1 1 never knew you
could speak!' when a metallic voice that
seemed to come from the ladle at the well
remarked to the elm, 'I suppose it is a
bit coldish up there ? ' and the elm replied,
4 Not particularly, but you do get numb
standing so long on one leg,' and he
flapped his arms vigorously just as the cab-
men do before they drive off. Maimie was
quite surprised to see that a number of
other tall trees were doing the same sort
of thing, and she stole away to the Baby
Walk and crouched observantly under a
Minorca holly which shrugged its shoulders
but did not seem to mind her.
She was not in the least cold. She was
wearing a russet-coloured pelisse and had
the hood over her head, so that nothing
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of her showed except her dear little face
and her curls. The rest of her real self was
hidden far away inside so many warm gar-
ments that in shape she seemed rather
like a ball. She was about forty round the
waist.
There was a good deal going on in the
Baby Walk, where Maimie arrived in time
to see a magnolia and a Persian lilac step
over the railing and set off for a smart
walk. They moved in a jerky sort of way
certainly, but that was because they used
crutches. An elderberry hobbled across
the walk, and stood chatting with some
young quinces, and they all had crutches.
The crutches were the sticks that are tied
to young trees and shrubs. They were
quite familiar objects to Mamie, but she
had never known what they were for until
to-night.
She peeped up the walk and saw her
first fairy. He was a street boy fairy who
was running up the walk closing the weep-
ing trees. The way he did it was this : he
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pressed a spring in the trunks and they
shut like umbrellas, deluging the little
plants beneath with snow. 'O you naughty,
naughty child!' Mamie cried indignantly,
for she knew what it was to have a drip-
ping umbrella about your ears.
Fortunately the mischievous fellow was
out of earshot, but a chrysanthemum heard
her, and said so pointedly, 'Hoity-toity,
what is this?' that she had to come out
f-
and show herself. Then the whole vege-
table kingdom was rather puzzled what
to do.
4 Of course it is no affair of ours,' a
spindle-tree said after they had whispered
together, 'but you know quite well you
ought not to be here, and perhaps our
duty is to report you to the fairies; what
do you think yourself!'
'I think you should not,' Maimie replied,
which so perplexed them that they said
petulantly there was no arguing with her.
1 1 wouldn't ask it of you,' she assured them,
'if I thought it was wrong,' and of course
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after this they could not well carry tales.
They then said, ' Well-a-day,' and 'Such is
life,' for they can be frightfully sarcastic;
but she felt sorry for those of them who had
no crutches, and she said good-naturedly,
'Before I go to the fairies' ball, I should
like to take you for a walk one at a time;
you can lean on me, you know.'
At this they clapped their hands, and
she escorted them up the Baby Walk and
back again, one at a time, putting an arm
or a finger round the very frail, setting
their leg right when it got too ridiculous,
and treating the foreign ones quite as
courteously as the English, though she
could not understand a word they said.
They behaved well on the whole, though
some whimpered that she had not taken
them as far as she took Nancy or Grace
or Dorothy, and others jagged her, but it
was quite unintentional, and she was too
much of a lady to cry out. So much walk-
ing tired her, and she was anxious to be
off to the ball, but she no longer felt afraid.
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The reason she felt no more fear was that
it was now night-time, and in the dark,
you remember, Maimie was always rather
strange.
They were now loth to let her go, for,
4 If the fairies see you,' they warned her,
1 they will mischief you — stab you to death,
or compel you to nurse their children, or
turn you into something tedious, like an
evergreen oak.' As they said this they
looked with affected pity at an evergreen
oak, for in winter they are very envious
of the evergreens.
4 Oh, la!' replied the oak bitingly, 'how
deliciously cosy it is to stand here buttoned
to the neck and watch you poor naked
creatures shivering.'
This made them sulky, though they had
really brought it on themselves, and they
drew for Maimie a very gloomy picture of
the perils that would face her if she in-
sisted on going to the ball.
She learned from a purple filbert that
the court was not in its usual good temper
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at present, the cause being the tantalising
heart of the Duke of Christmas Daisies.
He was an Oriental fairy, very poorly of
a dreadful complaint, namely, inability to
love, and though he had tried many ladies
in many lands he could not fall in love
with one of them. Queen Mab, who rules
in the Gardens, had been confident that
her girls would bewitch him, but alas ! his
heart, the doctor said, remained cold. This
rather irritating doctor, who was his private
physician, felt the Duke's heart immedi-
ately after any lady was presented, and then
always shook his bald head and murmured,
4 Cold, quite cold.' Naturally Queen Mab
felt disgraced, and first she tried the effect
of ordering the court into tears for nine
minutes, and then she blamed the Cupids
and decreed that they should wear fools'
caps until they thawed the Duke's frozen
heart.
* How I should love to see the Cupids
in their dear little fools' caps!' Maimie
cried, and away she ran to look for them
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very recklessly, for the Cupids hate to be
laughed at.
It is always easy to discover where a
fairies' ball is being held, as ribbons are
stretched between it and all the populous
parts of the Gardens, on which those in-
vited may walk to the dance without wet-
ting their pumps. This night the ribbons
were red, and looked very pretty on the
snow.
Maimie walked alongside one of them for
some distance without meeting anybody,
but at last she saw a fairy cavalcade
approaching. To her surprise they seemed
to be returning from the ball, and she had
just time to hide from them by bending
her knees and holding out her arms and
pretending to be a garden chair. There
were six horsemen in front and six behind ;
in the middle walked a prim lady wearing
a long train held up by two pages, and on
the train, as if it were a couch, reclined a
lovely girl, for in this way do aristocratic
fairies travel about. She was dressed in
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golden rain, but the most enviable part of
her was her neck, which was blue in colour
and of a velvet texture, and of course
showed off her diamond necklace as no
white throat could have glorified it. The
high-born fairies obtain this admired effect
by pricking their skin, which lets the blue
blood come through and dye them, and you
cannot imagine anything so dazzling unless
you have seen the ladies' busts in the
jewellers' windows.
Maimie also noticed that the whole caval-
cade seemed to be in a passion, tilting
their noses higher than it can be safe for
even fairies to tilt them, and she concluded
that this must be another case in which
the doctor had said < Cold, quite cold.'
Well, she followed the ribbon to a place
where it became a bridge over a dry
puddle into which another fairy had fallen
and been unable to climb out. At first
this little damsel was afraid of Maimie,
who most kindly went to her aid, but soon
she sat in her hand chatting gaily and
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explaining that her name was Brownie, and
that though only a poor street singer she
was on her way to the ball to see if the
Duke would have her.
4 Of course,' she said, ' I am rather plain,'
and this made Maimie uncomfortable, for
indeed the simple little creature was almost
quite plain for a fairy.
It was difficult to know what to reply.
<I see you think I have no chance,'
Brownie said falteringly.
1 1 don't say that,' Maimie answered
politely ; ' of course your face is just a tiny
bit homely, but ' Really it was quite
awkward for her.
Fortunately she remembered about her
father and the bazaar. He had gone to
a fashionable bazaar where all the most
beautiful ladies in London were on view
for half a crown the second day, but on
his return home, instead of being dissatis-
fied with Maimie's mother, he had said,
' You can' t think, my dear, what a relief
it is to see a homely face again.'
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Maimie repeated this story, and it fortified
Brownie tremendously, indeed she had no
longer the slightest doubt that the Duke
would choose her. So she scudded away
up the ribbon, calling out to Maimie not
to follow lest the Queen should mischief
her.
But Maimie's curiosity tugged her for-
ward, and presently at the seven Spanish
chestnuts she saw a wonderful light. She
crept forward until she was quite near it,
and then she peeped from behind a tree.
The light, which was as high as your
head above the ground, was composed of
myriads of glow-worms all holding on to
each other, and so forming a dazzling
canopy over the fairy ring. There were
thousands of little people looking on, but
they were in shadow and drab in colour
compared to the glorious creatures within
that luminous circle, who were so bewilder-
ingly bright that Maimie had to wink hard
all the time she looked at them.
It was amazing and even irritating to
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her that the Duke of Christmas Daisies
should be able to keep out of love for a
moment: yet out of love his dusky grace
still was: you could see it by the shamed
looks of the Queen and court (though
they pretended not to care), by the way
darling ladies brought forward for his
approval burst into tears as they were
told to pass on, and by his own most
dreary face.
Maimie could also see the pompous doctor
feeling the Duke's heart and hear him give
utterance to his parrot cry, and she was
particularly sorry for the Cupids, who stood
in their fools' caps in obscure places and,
every time they heard that 'Cold, quite
cold,' bowed their disgraced little heads.
She was disappointed not to see Peter
Pan, and I may as well tell you now why
he was so late that night. It was because
his boat had got wedged on the Serpentine
between fields of floating ice, through which
he had to break a perilous passage with
his trusty paddle.
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The fairies had as yet scarcely missed
him, for they could not dance, so heavy
were their hearts. They forget all the steps
when they are sad, and remember them
again when they are merry. David tells
me that fairies never say, ' We feel happy ' :
what they say is, < We feel dancey?
Well, they were looking very undancey
indeed, when sudden laughter broke out
among the onlookers, caused by Brownie,
who had just arrived and was insisting on
her right to be presented to the Duke.
Maimie craned forward eagerly to see
how her friend fared, though she had really
no hope; no one seemed to have the least
hope except Brownie herself, who, however,
was absolutely confident. She was led
before his grace, and the doctor putting a
finger carelessly on the ducal heart, which
for convenience' sake was reached by a
little trap-door in his diamond shirt, had
begun to say mechanically, 'Cold, qui — ,'
when he stopped abruptly.
'What's this'?' he cried, and first he
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shook the heart like a watch, and then
he put his ear to it.
i Bless my soul!' cried the doctor, and
by this time of course the excitement among
the spectators was tremendous, fairies faint-
ing right and left.
Everybody stared breathlessly at the
Duke, who was very much startled, and
looked as if he would like to run away.
'Good gracious me!' the doctor was heard
muttering, and now the heart was evidently
on fire, for he had to jerk his fingers away
from it and put them in his mouth.
The suspense was awful.
Then in a loud voice, and bowing low,
1 My Lord Duke,' said the physician elatedly,
'I have the honour to inform your excel-
lency that your grace is in love.'
You can't conceive the effect of it.
Brownie held out her arms to the Duke
and he flung himself into them, the Queen
leapt into the arms of the Lord Chamber-
lain, and the ladies of the court leapt into
the arms of her gentlemen, for it is etiquette
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to follow her example in everything. Thus
in a single moment about fifty marriages
took place, for if you leap into each other's
arms it is a fairy wedding. Of course a
clergyman has to be present.
How the crowd cheered and leapt!
Trumpets brayed, the moon came out, and
immediately a thousand couples seized hold
of its rays as if they were ribbons in a May
dance and waltzed in wild abandon round
the fairy ring. Most gladsome sight of all,
the Cupids plucked the hated fools' caps
from their heads and cast them high in the
air. And then Maimie went and spoiled
everything.
She could n't help it. She was crazy with
delight over her little friend's good fortune,
so she took several steps forward and cried
in an ecstasy, 4O Brownie, how splendid!'
Everybody stood still, the music ceased,
the lights went out, and all in the time you
may take to say, 'Oh dear!' An awful
sense of her peril came upon Maimie; too
late she remembered that she was a lost
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child in a place where no human must be
between the locking and the opening of
the gates; she heard the murmur of an
angry multitude; she saw a thousand swords
flashing for her blood, and she uttered a
cry of terror and fled.
How she ran! and all the time her eyes
were starting out of her head. Many times
she lay down, and then quickly jumped up
and ran on again. Her little mind was so
entangled in terrors that she no longer
knew she was in the Gardens. The one
thing she was sure of was that she must
never cease to run, and she thought she
was still running long after she had dropped
in the Figs and gone to sleep. She thought
the snowflakes falling on her face were her
mother kissing her good-night. She thought
her coverlet of snow was a warm blanket,
and tried to pull it over her head. And
when she heard talking through her dreams
she thought it was mother bringing father
to the nursery door to look at her as she
slept. But it was the fairies.
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I am very glad to be able to say that they
no longer desired to mischief her. When
she rushed away they had rent the air with
such cries as 'Slay her!' 'Turn her into
something extremely unpleasant!' and so
on, but the pursuit was delayed while they
discussed who should march in front, and
this gave Duchess Brownie time to cast
herself before the Queen and demand a
boon.
Every bride has a right to a boon, and
what she asked for was Maimie's life. 'Any-
thing except that,' replied Queen Mab
sternly, and all the fairies echoed, 'Any-
thing except that.' But when they learned
how Maimie had befriended Brownie and
so enabled her to attend the ball to their
great glory and renown, they gave three
huzzas for the little human, and set off,
like an army, to thank her, the court ad-
vancing in front and the canopy keeping
step with it. They traced Maimie easily
by her footprints in the snow.
But though they found her deep in snow
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in the Figs, it seemed impossible to thank
Maimie, for they could not waken her.
They went through the form of thanking
her — that is to say, the new King stood
on her body and read her a long address
of welcome, but she heard not a word of
it. They also cleared the snow off her,
but soon she was covered again, and they
saw she was in danger of perishing of
cold.
4 Turn her into something that does not
mind the cold,' seemed a good suggestion
of the doctor's, but the only thing they
could think of that does not mind cold
was a snowflake. 'And it might melt,'
the Queen pointed out, so that idea had
to be given up.
A magnificent attempt was made to carry
her to a sheltered spot, but though there
were so many of them she was too heavy.
By this time all the ladies were crying in
their handkerchiefs, but presently the
Cupids had a lovely idea. < Build a house
round her,' they cried, and at once every-
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body perceived that this was the thing to
do; in a moment a hundred fairy sawyers
were among the branches, architects were
running round Maimie, measuring her; a
bricklayer's yard sprang up at her feet,
seventy-five masons rushed up with the
foundation-stone, and the Queen laid it,
overseers were appointed to keep the boys
off, scaffoldings were run up, the whole
place rang with hammers and chisels and
turning-laths, and by this time the roof
was on and the glaziers were putting in
the windows.
The house was exactly the size of Maimie,
and perfectly lovely. One of her arms was
extended, and this had bothered them for
a second, but they built a verandah round
it leading to the front door. The windows
were the size of a coloured picture-book
and the door rather smaller, but it would
be easy for her to get out by taking off the
roof. The fairies, as is their custom, clapped
their hands with delight over their clever-
ness, and they were so madly in love with
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the little house that they could not bear
to think they had finished it. So they
gave it ever so many little extra touches,
and even then they added more extra
touches.
For instance, two of them ran up a ladder
and put on a chimney.
'Now we fear it is quite finished,' they
sighed.
But no, for another two ran up the ladder,
and tied some smoke to the chimney.
6 That certainly finishes it,' they said
reluctantly.
1 Not at all,' cried a glow-worm ; 4 if she
were to wake without seeing a night-light
she might be frightened, so I shall be her
night-light.'
4 Wait one moment,' said a china mer-
chant, 4 and I shall make you a saucer.'
Now, alas ! it was absolutely finished.
Oh, dear no !
4 Gracious me ! ' cried a brass manu-
facturer, 4 there 's no handle on the door,'
and he put one on.
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An ironmonger added a scraper, and an
old lady ran up with a door-mat. Car-
penters arrived with a water-butt, and the
painters insisted on painting it.
Finished at last !
' Finished ! How can it be finished,' the
plumber demanded scornfully, * before hot
and cold are put in f ' and he put in hot
and cold. Then an army of gardeners
arrived with fairy carts and spades and seeds
and bulbs and forcing-houses, and soon
they had a flower-garden to the right of the
verandah, and a vegetable garden to the
left, and roses and clematis on the walls of
the house, and in less time than five minutes
all these dear things were in full bloom.
Oh, how beautiful the little house was
now! But it was at last finished true as
true, and they had to leave it and return
to the dance. They all kissed their hands
to it as they went away, and the last to go
was Brownie. She stayed a moment behind
the others to drop a pleasant dream down
the chimney.
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All through the night the exquisite little
house stood there in the Figs taking care
of Maimie, and she never knew. She slept
until the dream was quite finished, and
woke feeling deliciously cosy just as morn-
ing was breaking from its egg, and then she
almost fell asleep again, and then she called
out, * Tony,' for she thought she was at home
in the nursery. As Tony made no answer
she sat up, whereupon her head hit the
roof, and it opened like the lid of a box,
and to her bewilderment she saw all around
her the Kensington Gardens lying deep in
snow. As she was not in the nursery she
wondered whether this was really herself,
so she pinched her cheeks, and then she
knew it was herself, and this reminded her
that she was in the middle of a great ad-
venture. She remembered now everything
that had happened to her from the closing
of the gates up to her running away from
the fairies, but however, she asked herself,
had she got into this funny place f She
stepped out by the roof, right over the
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garden, and then she saw the dear house
in which she had passed the night. It so
entranced her that she could think of
nothing else.
4O you darling! O you sweet! O you
love!' she cried.
Perhaps a human voice frightened the
little house, or maybe it now knew that its
work was done, for no sooner had Maimie
spoken than it began to grow smaller; it
shrank so slowly that she could scarce
believe it was shrinking, yet she soon knew
that it could not contain her now. It
always remained as complete as ever, but
it became smaller and smaller, and the
garden dwindled at the same time, and
the snow crept closer, lapping house and
garden up. Now the house was the size
of a little dog's kennel, and now of a
Noah's Ark, but still you could see the
smoke and the door-handle and the roses
on the wall, every one complete. The glow-
worm light was waning too, but it was still
there. i Darling, loveliest, don't go ! ' Maimie
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cried, falling on her knees, for the little
house was now the size of a reel of
thread, but still quite complete. But as
she stretched out her arms imploringly the
snow crept up on all sides until it met
itself, and where the little house had been
was now one unbroken expanse of snow.
Maimie stamped her foot naughtily, and
was putting her fingers to her eyes, when
she heard a kind voice say, 'Don't cry,
pretty human, don't cry,' and then she
turned round and saw a beautiful little
naked boy regarding her wistfully. She
knew at once that he must be Peter Pan.
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MAIMIE felt quite shy, but Peter knew not
what shy was.
4 1 hope you have had a good night,' he
said earnestly.
* Thank you,' she replied, <I was so cosy
and warm. But you' — and she looked at
his nakedness awkwardly — < don't you feel
the least bit cold I'
Now cold was another word Peter had
forgotten, so he answered, 4I think not,
but I may be wrong: you see I am rather
ignorant. I am not exactly a boy ; Solomon
says I am a Betwixt-and-Between.'
* So that is what it is called,' said Maimie
thoughtfully.
4 That 's not my name,' he explained, 'my
name is Peter Pan.'
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1 Yes, of course,' she said, <I know, every-
body knows.'
You can't think how pleased Peter
was to learn that all the people out-
side the gates knew about him. He
begged Maimie to tell him what they
knew and what they said, and she did
so. They were sitting by this time on a
fallen tree; Peter had cleared off the
snow for Maimie, but he sat on a snowy
bit himself.
< Squeeze closer/ Maimie said.
'What is that! ' he asked, and she showed
him, and then he did it. They talked
together and he found that people knew a
great deal about him, but not everything,
not that he had gone back to his mother
and been barred out, for instance, and he
said nothing of this to Maimie, for it still
humiliated him.
'Do they know that I play games exactly
like real boys?' he asked very proudly.
'O Maimie, please tell them!' But when
he revealed how he played, by sailing his
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hoop on the Round Pond, and so on, she
was simply horrified.
( All your ways of playing, ' she said with
her big eyes on him, ' are quite, quite
wrong, and not in the least like how boys
play.'
Poor Peter uttered a little moan at this,
and he cried for the first time for I know
not how long. Maimie was extremely sorry
for him, and lent him her handkerchief,
but he didn't know in the least what to
do with it, so she showed him, that is to
say, she wiped her eyes, and then gave it
back to him, saying, < Now you do it,' but
instead of wiping his own eyes he wiped
hers, and she thought it best to pretend
that this was what she had meant.
She said out of pity for him, *I shall
give you a kiss if you like,' but though he
once knew, he had long forgotten what
kisses are, and he replied, < Thank you,'
and held out his hand, thinking she had
offered to put something into it. This was
a great shock to her, but she felt she
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could not explain without shaming him, so
with charming delicacy she gave Peter a
thimble which happened to be in her pocket,
and pretended that it was a kiss. Poor
little boy! he quite believed her, and to
this day he wears it on his finger, though
there can be scarcely any one who needs
a thimble so little. You see, though still
a tiny child, it was really years and years
since he had seen his mother, and I dare
say the baby who had supplanted him was
now a man with whiskers.
But you must not think that Peter Pan
was a boy to pity rather than to admire ;
if Maimie began by thinking this, she soon
found she was very much mistaken. Her
eyes glistened with admiration when he told
her of his adventures, especially of how he
went to and fro between the island and
the Gardens in the Thrush's Nest:
1 How romantic ! ' Maimie exclaimed, but
this was another unknown word, and he
hung his head thinking she was despising
him.
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4 1 suppose Tony would not have done
that I ' he said very humbly.
4 Xever, never ! ' she answered with con-
viction, * he would have been afraid.'
4 What is afraid ? ' asked Peter longingly.
He thought it must be some splendid thing.
*I do wish you would teach me how to be
afraid, Maimie,' he said.
*I believe no one could teach that to
/ou,' she answered adoringly, but Peter
thought she meant that he was stupid. She
had told him about Tony and of the wicked
thing she did in the dark to frighten him
(she knew quite well that it was wicked),
but Peter misunderstood her meaning and
said, <Oh, how I wish I was as brave as
Tony ! '
It quite irritated her. c You are twenty
thousand times braver than Tony.' she
said; 'you are ever so much the bravest
boy I ever knew.'
He could scarcely believe she meant it,
but when he did believe he screamed with
joy-
US
< And if you want very much to give me
a kiss,' Maimie said, • you can do it.'
Very reluctantly Peter began to take the
thimble off his finger. He thought she
wanted it back.
< I don't mean a kiss,' sh® said hurriedly,
' 1 mean a thimble.'
1 What's that I "Peter asked.
* It 's like this,' she said, and kissed him.
<I should love to give you a thimble,'
Peter said gravely, so he gave her one. He
gave her quite a number of thimbles, and
then a delightful idea came into his head.
* Maimie,' he said, ' will you marry me f '
Now, strange to tell, the same idea had
come at exactly the same time into Maimie's
head. <I should like to,' she answered,
'but will there be room in your boat for
two!'
4 If you squeeze close,' he said eagerly.
4 Perhaps the birds would be angry ? '
He assured her that the birds would
love to have her, though I am not so certain
of it myself. Also that there were very
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few birds in winter. ' Of course they might
want your clothes,' he had to admit rather
falteringly.
She was somewhat indignant at this.
' They are always thinking of their nests,'
he said apologetically, 'and there are some
bits of you' — he stroked the fur on her
pelisse — 'that would excite them very
much.'
1 They shan't have my fur,' she said
sharply.
4 No,' he said, still fondling it, however,
6 no. O Maimie,' he said rapturously, 'do
you know why I love you? It is because
you are like a beautiful nest.'
Somehow this made her uneasy. 'I think
you are speaking more like a bird than a
boy now,' she said, holding back, and indeed
he was even looking rather like a bird.
' After all,' she said, 'you are only a Betwixt-
and-Between.' But it hurt him so much
that she immediately added, 'It must be a
delicious thing to be.'
'Come and be one, then, dear Maimie,'
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he implored her, and they set off for the
boat, for it was now very near Open-Gate
time. 'And you are not a bit like a nest,'
he whispered to please her.
' But I think it is rather nice to be like
one,' she said in a woman's contradictory
way. 'And, Peter, dear, though I can't
give them my fur, I wouldn't mind their
building in it. Fancy a nest in my neck
with little spotty eggs in it ! O Peter, how
perfectly lovely ! '
But as they drew near the Serpentine,
she shivered a little, and said, 'Of course
I shall go and see mother often, quite often.
It is not as if I was saying good-bye for
ever to mother, it is not in the least like
that.'
'Oh no,' answered Peter, but in his heart
he knew it was very like that, and he would
have told her so had he not been in a
quaking fear of losing her. He was so fond
of her, he felt he could not live without
her. ' She will forget her mother in time,
and be happy with me,' he kept saying to
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himself, and he hurried her on, giving her
thimbles by the way.
But even when she had seen the boat
and exclaimed ecstatically over its loveli-
ness, she still talked tremblingly about her
mother. 'You know quite well, Peter,
don't you,' she said, 'that I wouldn't come
unless I knew for certain I could go back
to mother whenever I want to I Peter,
say it.'
He said it, but he could no longer look
her in the face.
'If you are sure your mother will always
want you,' he added rather sourly.
'The idea of mother's not always wanting
me ! ' Maimie cried, and her face glistened.
'If she doesn't bar you out,' said Peter
huskily.
' The door,' replied Maimie, ' will always,
always be open, and mother will always be
waiting at it for me.'
'Then,' said Peter, not without grimness,
'step in, if you feel so sure of her,' and
he helped Mamie into the Thrush's Nest.
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1 But why don't you look at me?' she asked,
taking him by the arm.
Peter tried hard not to look, he tried
to push off, then he gave a great gulp and
jumped ashore and sat down miserably in
the snow.
She went to him. * What is it, dear, dear
Peter? ' she said, wondering.
<O Maimie,' he cried, 'it isn't fair to
take you with me if you think you can go
back! Your mother' — he gulped again —
4 you don't know them as well as I do.'
And then he told her the woeful story
of how he had been barred out, and she
gasped all the time. 'But my mother,' she
said, tmy mother '
' Yes, she would,' said Peter, * they are all
the same. I dare say she is looking for
another one already.'
Maimie said aghast, ll can't believe it.
You see, when you went away your mother
had none, but my mother has Tony, and
surely they are satisfied when they have
one.'
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Peter replied bitterly, <You should see
the letters Solomon gets from ladies who
have six.'
Just then they heard a grating creak,
followed by creak, creak, all round the
Gardens. It was the Opening of the Gates,
and Peter jumped nervously into his boat.
He knew Maimie would not come with him
now, and he was trying bravely not to cry.
But Maimie was sobbing painfully.
4 If I should be too late,' she said in
agony, <O Peter, if she has got another
one already ! '
Again he sprang ashore as if she had
called him back. ' I shall come and look
for you to-night,' he said, squeezing close,
' but if you hurry away I think you will be
in time.'
Then he pressed a last thimble on her
sweet little mouth, and covered his face
with his hands so that he might not see
her go.
'Dear Peter !' she cried.
* Dear Maimie ! ' cried the tragic boy.
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She leapt into his arms, so that it was
a sort of fairy wedding, and then she
hurried away. Oh, how she hastened to
the gates! Peter, you may be sure, was
back in the Gardens that night as soon as
Lock-out sounded, but he found no Maimie,
and so he knew she had been in time.
For long he hoped that some night she
would come back to him ; often he thought
he saw her waiting for him by the shore
of the Serpentine as his bark drew to land,
but Maimie never went back. She wanted
to, but she was afraid that if she saw her
dear Betwixt-and-Between again she would
linger with him too long, and besides the
ayah now kept a sharp eye on her. But she
often talked lovingly of Peter, and she knitted
a kettle-holder for him, and one day when
she was wondering what Easter present he
would like, her mother made a suggestion.
* Nothing,' she said thoughtfully, < would
be so useful to him as a goat.'
* He could ride on it,' cried Maimie, < and
play on his pipe at the same time.'
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* Then,' her mother asked, ' won't you give
him your goat, the one you frighten Tony
with at night?'
4 But it isn't a real goat,' M aimie said.
' It seems very real to Tony,' replied her
mother.
4 It seems frightfully real to me too,'
Maimie admitted, 'but how could I give
it to Peter V
Her mother knew a way, and next day,
accompanied by Tony (who was really quite
a nice boy, though of course he could not
compare), they went to the Gardens, and
Maimie stood alone within a fairy ring, and
then her mother, who was a rather gifted
lady, said —
' My daughter, tell me, if you can,
What have you got for Peter Pan?*
To which Maimie replied —
e I have a goat for him to ride,
Observe me cast it far and wide!
She then flung her arms about as if she
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were sowing seed, and turned round three
times.
Next Tony said —
c If P. doth find it waiting here,
Wilt ne'er again make me to fear?'
And Maimie answered —
c By dark or light I fondly swear
Never to see goats anywhere.'
She also left a letter to Peter in a likely
place, explaining what she had done, and
begging him to ask the fairies to turn the
goat into one convenient for riding on.
Well, it all happened just as she hoped,
for Peter found the letterr and of course
nothing could be easier for the fairies than
to turn the goat into a real one, and so
that is how Peter got the goat on which
he now rides round the Gardens every
night playing sublimely on his pipe. And
Maimie kept her promise, and never fright-
ened Tony with a goat again, though I have
heard that she created another animal.
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Until she was quite a big girl she continued
to leave presents for Peter in the Gardens
(with letters explaining how humans play
with them), and she is not the only one
who has done this. David does it, for
instance, and he and I know the likeliest
place for leaving them in, and we shall
tell you if you like, but for mercy's sake
don't ask us before Porthos, for he is so
fond of toys that, were he to find out the
place, he would take every one of them.
Though Peter still remembers Maimie
he is become as gay as ever, and often in
sheer happiness he jumps off his goat and
lies kicking merrily on the grass. Oh, he
has a joyful time ! But he has still a vague
memory that he was a human once, and it
makes him especially kind to the house-
swallows when they visit the island, for
house-swallows are the spirits of little chil-
dren who have died. They always build in
the eaves of the houses where they lived
when they were humans, and sometimes
they try to fly in at a nursery window,
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and perhaps that is why Peter loves them
best of all the birds.
And the little house? Every lawful
night (that is to say, every night except
ball nights) the fairies now build the little
house lest there should be a human child
lost in the Gardens, and Peter rides the
marches looking for lost ones, and if he
finds them he carries them on his goat to
the little house, and when they wake up
they are in it, and when they step out
they see it. The fairies build the house
merely because it is so pretty, but Peter
rides round in memory of Maimie, and
because he still loves to do just as he
believes real boys would do.
But you must not think that, because
somewhere among the trees the little house
is twinkling, it is a safe thing to remain in
the Gardens after Lock-out time. If the
bad ones among the fairies happen to be
out that night they will certainly mischief
you, and even though they are not, you
may perish of cold and dark before Peter
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Pan comes round. He has been too late
several times, and when he sees he is too
late he runs back to the Thrush's Nest
for his paddle, of which Maimie had told
him the true use, and he digs a grave for
the child and erects a little tombstone,
and carves the poor thing's initials on it.
He does this at once because he thinks
it is what real boys would do, and you
must have noticed the little stones, and
that there are always two together. He
puts them in twos because they seem less
lonely. I think that quite the most touch-
ing sight in the Gardens is the two tomb-
stones of Walter Stephen Matthews and
Phoebe Phelps. They stand together at
the spot where the parish of Westminster
St. Mary's is said to meet the Parish of
Paddington. Here Peter found the two
babes, who had fallen unnoticed from
their perambulators, Phoebe aged thirteen
months and Walter probably still younger,
for Peter seems to have felt a delicacy
about putting any age on his stone. They
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lie side by side, and the simple inscrip-
tions read
w.
13a
and
P.P.
St. M.
1841.
David sometimes places white flowers on
these two innocent graves.
But how strange for parents, when they
hurry into the Gardens at the opening of
the gates looking for their lost one, to
find the sweetest little tombstone instead.
I do hope that Peter is not too ready with
his spade. It is all rather sad.
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