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THE STORY OF PETER PAN

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THE STORY OF

PETER PAN

RETOLD FRl
THE FAJRY PLAY

BrSlRiM.BARRIE
iY DANIEL O'CONNOR

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PREFACE

SIR J. M. BARRIE'S delightful
creation, " Peter Pan," has by this
time taken a secure place in the hearts of
children of all ages, and there are few-
nurseries in the land in which Peter,
Wendy, Tinker Bell, Captain Hook and
his Pirates, the Mermaids and Redskins,
and the exciting world in which they
lived, are not as familiar as the most
time-honoured lore of fairyland.

The popularity of Mr. Daniel O'Con-
nor's version of the story, issued with
Sir J. M. Barriers kind consent, and illus-
trated so charmingly by Miss Alice B.
Woodward, has induced the publishers to

PREFACE
bring out the present re-issue at a lower

price.

The selections of music which will be
found in it are included with the permis-
sion of Mr. John Crook, the composer,
and Messrs. Price and Reynolds.

CONTENTS

PART I

Early Days

PART II
The Never-Never-Never Land

PART III
The Mermaids' Lagoon

PART IV
The Underground Home

PART V

The Pirate Ship

I PART VI

I Home, Sweet Home

Pace

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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

With the Spring comes Wendy cokur-f late frontispiece

With Michael sitting on her Back .

The Shadow held on beautifully

Wendy gently kissed his Cheek

Away they floated

Slightly was dancing merrily with an

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"The Crocodile! the Crocodile!"

The Indians crept silently up.

The Lost Boys knelt before her

She was combing her Long Tresses

She slipped out of his Grasp .

A Fierce Fight ensued .

Spreading his Coat to the Wind, he sah

Seized by One of the Swarthy Ruffians

He perceived Tinker Bell in his Glass

The Pirate Ship ....

"That Man is mine! " .

Right into the Jaws of the Crocodile!

Nurse to the Papooses! .

He would live in the Kennel till his
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EARLY DAYS

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EARLY DAYS

IN one of the nicest nurseries in the
worid there were beds for three young
people called John Napoleon, and Wendy
Moira Angela, and Michael, the children
of Mr. and Mrs. Dariing. The nursery
was wide and airy, with a large window,
and a bright fire with a high fire-guard
round it, and a big clock, and prettily-
coloured nursery-rhyme pictures over the
walls. It was in many ways a most inter-
esting household. For one thing, although

4 THE STORY OF PETER PAN
there was a pretty little parlour- maid
called Liza, the children were bathed and
dressed by a big dog called Nana, whose
kennel was kept in the nursery.

On the evening on which our story
begins, Nana was dozing peacefully by the
fireside, with her head between her paws.
Mr. and Mrs. Darling were getting ready
to go out to dinner and Nana was to be
left in sole charge of the children. Pres-
ently the clock went off with a whirr, and
struck — one, two, three, four, f^.e, six —
time to begin to put
the children to bed.
Nana got up, and
stretched herself,
and carefully switch-
ed on the electric
light. You would
have been surprised to see how cleverly
she managed to do that with her mouth.
Then she turned the bedclothes neatly
down and hung the little pyjamas over the

EARLY DAYS ^

fire-guard. She then trotted up to the
bathroom and turned on the water; after
feeling it with her paw to make sure that
it was not too hot, she went off to look
for Michael, who, being the youngest of
the thiee children, must go to bed first.
She returned immediately with him sitting
astride on her back as though she were a
pony. Michael, of course, did not want
to be bathed, but Nana was firm and, tak-
ing him to the bathroom, shut the door so
that he should not be in a draught. Then
Mrs. Darling came to peep at him as he
splashed about in the nice warm water.
Whilst Mrs. Darling was in the nursery
she heard a wee nr':se outside the window,
as a tiny figure, no bigger than a little
boy, tried the window-latch, and vanished
suddenly at her cry of surprise. She flung
the wmdow open, but there was nothing
to be seen, nothing but the dim roofs
of the neighbouring houses, and the
deep blue sky above. She began to

THE STORY OF PETER PAN

frighten her-
self With eerie
bogie tales,
for the same
thing had
happened the
day before,
when Nana
had gone to
the window
and shut it
down so quickly that she had cut off the
boy's shadow. Mrs. Darling had found it
in Nana's mouth, and had carefully folded
it and put it away.

But she soon felt reassured when her
children came in together in answer to her
call. John Napoleon and Wendy were
playing at their favourite game of being
Father and Mother, and Mrs. barling's
beautihil face beamed with delight as she
listened to them. Suddenly, in rushed Mr.
Darling, very much excited because he

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could not fasten his evening tie (evening
ties are difficult things to fasten, you
know). Mrs. Darling easily managed
that for him, and he was soon skipping
about the room with Michael on his back,
dropping him finally into his bed with a

big " bump-ah ! "

Unfortunately, in going to the bath-
room. Nana accidentally brushed against
Mr. Darling's beautiflilly pressed black
trousers, and left some of her grey clinging
hairs upon them. Now no grown-up
person likes hairy trousers, so Mr. Darling
was very cross with Nana, and spoke of
dismissing her. But Mrs. Darling told
him about the ^veird apparition at the
window, how Nana had barked at it and
shut the window down so fast that its
shadow had been cut clean oft and left
behind. She showed him the shadow, and
told him how glad she was to have such
at reasure as Nana for a nurse. "You
see how very useful Nana is," concluded

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Mrs. Darling, as the faithM dog came j

with Michael's bottle of cough m xture
But Michael was naughty, and would not
Take it ; there was a fine foss over it when
Wendy, being a clever Uttle girl, bt on a

brilliant idea. ,.

" Father should take some of A,s medi-
cine to keep Michael company.

.'Very well," said Mr. Darling, we
shall see who is the braver." Two glasses
were ^ ched and filled in a moment,
were -cnc Wendy;

" One, two, three, cncu /

Michael took his like a man, but Mn
olrling only pretended to, and quietly hid

him in the act: " Father hasn't taken

his 1 " he cried, and Michael, seeing that
h had been tricked, burst into a loud

"Boo-hoo-oo!" Mr. Darling, to ap-
pease Michael, thought of what seemed to
him an excellent joke. He poured his
Jdicine into Nana's drinking^bow 1 and
when poor Nana, thinking that it was

EARLY DAYS 9

something nice, ran eagerly to lap it up,
he roared with laughter to see the reproach-
ful eyes she turned upon him. The chil-
dren, who loved their old nurse very
dearly, were terribly distressed as she
slunk to her kennel, looking as woeful and
as hurt in her feelings as ever a dog did.
Mr. Darling, angry that they did not
enjoy his joke in the least, coaxed Nana
out of her kennel, seized her by the collar
and dragged her off in disgrace, to be
chained up in the yard, " the prop \ce
for dogs," he said, in spite of the 'per-
suasions and pleadings of them all. Mrs.

Darling comforted the
children, kissing them
very tenderly as
mothers always do,
tucked them up in their
beds, sang them to
sleep and, leaving the
night-lights burning
for company, crept

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softly out of the room to go to the
dinner-party with Mr. Darling.

Everything in the big nursery was now
still and quiet. Suddenly the night-lights
flickered, waned, and went out one by
one, and there darted ii-to the room a
tiny ball of fire, which flitted uneasily
about and finally vanished into a jug.
Then the same slender graceful figure that
had so startled Mrs. Darling leapt from
the darkness outside the window. There
was just one click, the window was open,
and the little creature stepped cautiously
in. He seemed to be looking for some-
thing ; and you will easily guess that what
he was looking for was his shadow.
"Tink, where are you?" he whispered,
and as then the light shone on the jug he
went on: *' Tink, do you know where
they have put it? "

Now this little ball of light was really
a fairy girl who knew everything worth
knowing. Most fairies do. All you

EARLY DAYS
could see of her was the little flame, but
you could hear her distinctly, she made a
tinkling noise like a little silver bell, and
that was why she was called Tinker Bell.
Tinker Bell at last rested a few moments
on the second drawer of the nursery
dresser; instantly the boy ran joyfully to
It, and pulling open the drawer snatched
out his shadow neatly rolled up, just as
Mrs. Darling had left it. He had found
11 certainly, but the next trouble was to
put it on again. A happy thought struck
him; he would stick it on with soap I
Sittmg on the hearthrug, he soaped his
feet and then he soaped his shadow, but
whichever way he soaped they would not
stick together. There is no
use in having a shadow if it will
not stick to you. After trying

and trying in
vain the poor
little fellow
gave up the

12 THE STOPY OF PETER PAN
attempt, buried his face in his hands,
and sobbed despairingly.

It was then that Wendy .v^oke. She
sat right up in bed, and, not at all fright-
ened, said: "Little boy, why are you
crying r

The elfin creature sprang to his feet,
and taking off his cap, bowed very politely.
Wendy curtsied in return, though she
found it a difficult thing to do in bed.

*' What's your name? " asked the little

boy.

"Wendy Moira Angela Darling.

What's yours? '*

" Peter Pan."

" Where do you live? "

" Second turning to the right, and
straight on till morning."

This seemed to Wendy a very funny
address, but she was all sympathy when
she heard that Peter had no mother. No
wonder he was crying! But that was not
the reason for Peter's tears ; he was crying

EARLY DAYS 13

because he could not get his shadow to
stick on. This made Wendy smile, and
she emphatically declared that soap was
no good. It must be sewn on.

*' Shall I do it for you? " she suggested,
and, jumping out of bed to get her work-
basket, she set
to work at once.
It hurts a good
deal to have a
shadow sewn on
to your feet, but
Peter bor.: it
bravely. It was
the right thing
to do, for the
shadow held on
beautifully, and

Peter was so delighted that he danced
up and down the nursery watching it
making patterns on the floor as he flung
his arms and legs about.

"Oh! the cWerness of me I " cried

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Peter, overcome with joy, and he crowed
with pleasure, for all the world just as a
cock would crow.

" You conceit," exclaimed Wendy
indignantly, ** of course / did nothing I "

" Oh I you did a little I "

" A little ! If I am no use I can at
least withdraw," she said, jumping back
into bed and covering her head in a dig-
nified way with the bedclothes.

" Oh ! Wendy, please don't withdraw,"
Peter exclaimed in great distress. " I
can't help crowing when I'm pleased with
myself. One girl is more us 2 than twenty
boys."

This was rather clever of Peter, and at
these sensible words Wendy got up again.
She even offered to give Peter a kiss if he
liked. Peter looked puzzled, but seeing
the thimble on Wendy's finger he thought
she meant to give him that, and held out
his hand for it. Now Wendy saw at a
glance that the poor boy did not even

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know what a kiss was, but being a nice
little girl of motherly disposition, she did
not hurt his feelings b)^ laughing at him,
but simply placed the thimble on his
finger.

Peter admired the thimble very much.
" Shall I give you a kiss? " he asked and,
jerking a button off his coat, solemnly
presented it to her.

Wendy at once fastened it on a chain
which she wore round her neck, and, for-
getting the puzzle in his mind, she once
more asked him for a kiss.

Immediately he returned the thimble.
" Oh ! I didn't mean a kiss, I meant a
thimble 1 "

"What's that?" he asked.
" It's like this," replied Wendy, and
gently kissed his cheek.

"Oh!" cried Peter, "how nice!"
and he began to give her thimbles in
return, and ever afterwards he called a kiss
a thimble, and a thimble a kiss.

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" But Peter, how old are you? " con-
tinued Wendy.

" I don't know, but quite young. I ran
away the day I was born."
" Ran away — why? "
" Because I heard my father and mother
talking about what I was to be
when I became a man. I don't
want to be a man. I want
always to be a little
boy and have fun. So
I ran away and lived
among the fairies."
Wendy was almost
speechless with delight at the thought of
sitting beside a boy who knew fairies, and
after a minute said : " Peter, do you
really know fairies? "

*' Yes, but they're nearly all dead now.
You see, Wendy, wlien the first baby
laughed for the first time, its laugh broke
into a thousand pieces, and they all went
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ning of fairies. And now, whenever a new
baby is born, its first laugh becomes a
fairy. So there ought to be a fairy for
every little boy and girl, but there isn't.
You see children know such a lot now.
They soon won't believe in fairies, and
whenever a child says : ' I don't believe
in fairies,' there's a fairy somewhere that
falls down dead."

Peter suddenly looked about the room,
as though he were searching for some-
thing. Tinker Bell had disappeared!
Before he could grow anxious, however,
a tinkling of bells was heard, and Peter,
who knew the fairy language, of course
understood it. He pulled open the
drawer in which his shadow had been
hidden, and out sprang Tinker Bell, very
angry with him for shutting her up acci-
dentally in the drawer. She skipped about
the room, but Wendy gave such a cry of
delight that Tink was frightened and hid
behind the clock.

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" But Peter," continued Wendy, '* if
you don't live with the fairies, where do
you liver

'* T live with the Lost Boys."

*' Who are they?"

" Why, they are the children who fall
out of their peram-
bulators when their
nurses are looking the
other way. If they ire
not claimed within seven
days, they are sent far
away to the Never-Never-
Never Land to defray
expenses. I'm their
Captain."

"Oh! what fun!
But, Peter, why did you
come to our nursery
window? "

Peter told her that he came to listen
to the lovely stories Wendy' mother
related to her children, for the Lost Boys

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had no mothers, and no one to tell them
any stories. He also told her how he led
them against their enemies, the pirates and
the wolves, and how they enjoyed bathing
in the Lagoon, where beautiful mermaids
sang and swam all day long.

" I must go back now," he went on,
" the boys will be anxious to hear the end
of the story about the Prince and the
Glass Slipper. I told them as much as I
knew, and they're longing to hear the
rest."

Wendy begged him to stay.
" I'll tell you lots more," she promised,
" ever so many stories if you'll only

stay."

"Come, Wendy!" exclaimed Peter,
struck with a new idea. * You can tell
us all the stories there, and darn our
clothes, and tuck us in at night. None of
us has ev- been tucked in. All the boys
long for a mother. Oh, Wendy, do
come ! "

THE STORY OF PETER PAN

It was a tempting idea to Wendy, but
a sudden thought came across her mind.
" Peter, I can't ! Think of Mummy I
Besides, I can't fly.'*

" I'll teach you, Wendy.'*

This was too much for her. *' Peter,
will you teach John and Michael to fly as
well?"

" Yes, if you like."

So John and Michael were awakened,
and directly they heard that there vere
pirates in the Never-Never-Never Land
they began to clamour to go at once.
They watched Peter fly about the room,
and tried to imitate him, flapping their

EARLY DAYS

arms clumsily at first like unfledged birds,
and flopping about all over the place.

" That will never do," Peter said, " I
must blow the fairy dust on you. Now
waggle your shoulders as I do."

So they tried, and found that they could
fly; just a little at first, from the bed to
the floor and back gain; then over the
bed and across the room, and then, as they
grew braver, almost as freely and easily
as Peter himself.

" Tink, lead the way ! " called Peter,
and the fairy shot out like a little star.
None of the children had time to put on
their day clothes, but John snatched his
top hat as he flew out of the window, fol-
lowed by Michael. Peter Pan held
Wendy's hand, and away they floated into
the dark blue depths of the starry night.

A minute afterwards Mrs. Darling, who
had just returned from the party, rushed
into the nursery with Nana at her heels,
for Nana had been anxious about her

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charges, and had just succeeded in breaking
her chain. But it was too ^ate. The
children were already on their way to the
Never-Never-Never Land.

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THE NEVER-NEVER-NEVER LAND

FAR away in the Never-Never-Never
Land the Lost Boys lived in the
depths of the forest, on the banks of a lake
now covered with ice. The trees were
bare without their summer dress, and
wolves prowled and howled in the dis-
tance, and wild beasts snarled in the under-
growth, and Pirates sailed villainously up
the lake, and Red Indians, who were friends
of the boys, lived secretly in their wig-
wams hidden in the glades of the woods.
The Lost Boys, who, in their fur coats,
looked more like bears than boys, were
anxiously awaiting Peter's return. There

28 THE STORY OF PETER PAN
were six of them: Slightly Soiled, the
eldest ; then came Tootles, and Nibs, and
Curly, and the Twins, who were so much
alike that one name did for both of them,
so each was called Twin. They lived
like moles under the ground, for fear of
the Pirates and the wolves. Each one had

a special staircase hollowed in a tree-
trunk, so that they could easily run down
among the roots of the trees into their
home. They were playing about happily,
although they were beginning to be a
little anxious that Peter was so long away.
Slightly was tootling on a whistle, and
dancing quite merrily, with an ostrich for
partner (a queer companion, you will say),

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when suddenly the gruff voices of the
Pirates were heard. Nibs, who was very
brave, slipped away through the trees to
scout, but the others had only just time
to scuttle down the stairs in the hollow
trees before the big ugly buccaneers came
tramping up, hauling their captain, who
was sitting in state upon a sledge.

You could not imagine a more dreadful -
looking villain than that man was. His
name was James Hook, and it suited him !
He had two most evil-looking black eyes,
his face was seamed with lines which
seemed to express his wicked thoughts,
his hideous chin, all unshaven, was as black
as ink and as prickly as a furze-bush, his
hair was long and black, and it hung
around his face in greasy curls. He was
singing a horrible song about himself,
keeping time by swinging in the air the
gruesome stump of his right arm, on which
a double iron-pronged hook was fixed
instead of a hand. Hence his name.

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That man was the most wicked pirate who
ever lived ! He simply wallowed in
wickedness ! Even his own crew dreaded
him ; and they were as bad as could be !
So no wonder the Lost Boys darted like
rabbits to their cave.

Now Captain Hook most of all wanted
to find Peter Pan, for it was Peter who, a
long time before, in an encounter between
the Pirates and the Lost Boys, had cut off
his right arm and flung it to a passing
crocodile. The crocodile had liked the
taste of it so much that ever since he had
wandered from land to land and from sea
to sea licking his lips for the rest of the
Captain.

The Captain had naturally some reason
for hating Peter, for he had a dreadful
time in eluding the pursuit of the vora-
cious crocodile, but still the beast dogged
his footsteps, and followed him on an 1 on
and on by land and sea wherever he went.
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THE NEVER-NEVER-NEVER LAND 31
crocodile was asleep, and with that and a
swift ship he had managed so far to escape.
It was an awful life I

Fortunately for Hook, the crocodile had
once, in an ill-advised moment, swallowed
an alarum clock (one of those patent
ninety-nine-years clocks, warranted to go
any time, anywhere and anyhow). Go it
did, and it ticked so loudly that the
Captain could always hear it coming, and
it was the signal for him to bolt I

Hook sat down on one of the enormous
forest mushrooms (in the Never-Never-
Never Land mushrooms grow to a gigantic
size) to deliberate about his mode of
revenge. He was in the middle of a tor-
rent of braggings and boastings when he
felt *\is seat getting not only warm, but
much too warm, and little wonder in
that, for when he furiously leapt up
he found that he had really been sit-
ting on a chimney of the underground
home which Peter had cleverly disguised.

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He realised at once that
the Lost Boys must be
living in safety down
below.

Very soon he had a
wicked, treacherous plan
settled. He determined
to cook a huge rich
cake, with beautiful green
icing and a poisoned
inside. He was sure that
the Lost Boys, who had no mother to
look after them, would eat it greedily, and
die with awful pains inside. Smee, as the
Captain's wily lieutenant was called, was
overjoyed at this plan, and chuckled
loudly.

" Shake hands on't," said Hook, but
Smee did not want to, and begged to be
excused.

" Paw, Smee, paw," said the Captain in
an awful voice, so Smee had to take the
horrid hook in his hand, and they both

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danced round while Hook sang with dia-
bolical grimaces:

" Yo ho, yo ho, when I say * Paw *
By fear they're overtook-,
Naught's left upon your bones when you
Have shaken hands with Hook."

Just as he was gloating over his pleasant
scheme a queer sound was heard, like a
corncrake coming nearer and nearer
through a barley £'^ld. " Tick, tack, tick,
tack, tick, tack."

" The Crocodile I the Crocodile ! " the
Pirate Captain yelled, and in a moment
was flying for his life.

The Pirates had scarcely disappeared in
the depths of the forest when the Indians
crept silently up in pursuit of them. Tiger
Lily, their chieftainess, was at their head,
now running swiftly under the trees, now
listening with her ear to the ground, to
know where her enemies had gone. For,
like Tinker Bell and Wendy, she loved

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Peter Pan, and his enemies were her
ere: -S.

Vb'z Redskins slid along, following the
r'i- i e^ with Steps as quiet as those of a
l.^eil; crawling through the grass. They
ijO' ri ^..c"--: J ' ' out of sight, and then, one
bv o.^., iAC Lost Boys peeped from their
tr-e-t 1^ s and, seeing that all was quiet,
came out again to their playground in the
woods.

But their safety did not last for long.
A fierce barking of wolves was heard, and
Nibs, who had gone off by himself, rushed,
quite out of breath, into the midst of the
Boys, closely pursued by a pack of lean
and hungry wolves with glittering fiery
eyes. What were the Lost Boys to do in
this terrible plight, when their leader was
far away? Fortunately, one of them
remembered Peter's plan. Whenever he
was attacked by wild beasts Peter used to
run at them backwards, jumping along the
ground, squinting at them through his legs.

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The Lost Boys did this all together, and
really, it was so astonishing that the wolves
fled with terrified howls to the thickets
where they lived.'

Then Nibs told the Boys how he had seen

the loveliest white bird you could imagine.

" It was flying this way," he said, " it

looked so wearied, and as it flew it moaned

* Poor Wendy \"

" Are you sure it
was a bird? " they
asked.

Nibs was quite sure,

and almost at once

they saw Wendy flying

through the trees in her

nightgown. Tinker

Bell was by her side, darting

at her, and telling the Boys

that Peter wanted her shot,

for Tinker was rather a bad

little fairy sometimes. She

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said this because she was jealous of
Wendy, since Peter and Wendy had kissed
each other.

Instantly, Tootles seized his bow and
arrow, and shot at the bird, as he thought,
and she fell fainting to the ground.

At once the Boys saw that she was no
bird, but a little girl, and perhaps the very
mother whom Peter had promised to bring
them. They were very frightened, and
soon were sure that they had done a dread-
ful thing, for Peter came flying down with
John and Michael, and immediately
inquired after Wendy.

" She flew this way, haven't you seen
her? '* he asked.

" Yes," said Tootles, and pointed to
her as she lay motionless on the ground.

Peter bent over her and took the arrow,
andj in his anger, would have killed Tootles
with it, if Wendy had not stayed him by
feebly moving her hand. Then they were
all glad, for Wendy was not dead, as they

THE NEVER-NEVER-NEVER LAND 37
had thought, but only stunned. The arrow
had fortunately struck the button which
Peter had given her in mistake for a kiss.
Soon she was quite well again, but so faint
and tired after her long flight through the air.

The Boys did not know what to do.
They did not like to carry her down into
the cave, as it might not be sufficiently
respectful, so they planned to build a
house over her. Only they did not know
what kind of house to build.

Then Wendy sang in her half- sleep the
kind of house she wanted :

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and the Boys fetched logs out of the
fores*-, and a grate and a rug from the
underground cave, and built a beautiful

home for her out of
wood, and tarpaulin,
and make-believe. They
made a chimney out of
John's tall hat, which
he had been Londony
^enough to bring with
him, and they made a
splendid knocker out of the sole of one of
Tootles* boots.

When it was finished— it was built
round Wendy as she lay on the ground-
Peter knocked solemnly at the door, and
Wendy opened it and came out, very
pleased and happy. The Lost Boys knelt
before her, and begged her to be their
Mother, and tuck them in at night-time,
and tell them stories before they went to
bed. She said that she was not quite sure
if she could, but she would do her best, if

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only Peter would be Father, and that now,
if they liked to come in, she would tell
them the story of Cinderella.

In they bundled^ one after the other, to
listen to the tale. And they were so big,
and the house was so small, that they
must have been packed like sardines in-
side. But a sort of cosy feeling like that

was, I expect, just
what they wanted,
and they were very
liappy.

The evening fell
softly down on the
forest, and the shad-
ows rose, so that
everything was dark
and still, save for the
occasional baying of
a wolf. Lights were
lit in the little house,
and at last, when it
was quite night,

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Peter came out with his sword, and
walked up and down like a sentry, to
gui?rd the new little mother he had
brought for the Lost Boys.

PART III

THE MERMAIDS' LAGOON

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ONE fine suiiiiner evening Peter, with
Wendy and th?ir little family, went
down to the Lagoon where the Mermaids
lived. The Never-Never-Nevev LskJ,
as you see, is full of the most strant>e i-cui
interesting creatures ; some of ther jiv ?.K
ful, like the Pirates, wolves, and vrv^u -
diles; others, like the fairies and the
mermaids, altogether beautiful and charm-
ing. Wendy and her brothers, who had
never seen a real mermaid with a tail,
were very much excited, and, ?.s luck
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lagoon, one of them,
seated on a rock, was
combing her long
tresses, on which the
sunlight gleamed, until
they shone like a mix-
ture of gold and bronze,
for they had a beautiful
greenish tinge. As she
combed her hair she
sang such a wonderful melody that
the boys longed to catch her. They
instantly dashed into the water, but with
a piercing cry of *' Mortals ! " the Mer-
maid dived out of their reach into the
lowest depths.

" But look I here is another little mer-
maid ! Surely we can catch her ! " said
John Napoleon Darling, and he very
nearly did. Mermaids, however, are hard
to catch, and when caught, are still harder
to hold. John succeeded in getting the
little sprite in his hands but, wriggling

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like an eel, she slipped out of his grasp.
Breathless with excitement, the whole
band of children clambered on to the
rocks, when all at once a cry went up:
" The Pirates ! " Sure enough a boat was
approaching, and in it were seated the
two pirate lieutenants, Smee and Starkey.
The boys were already swimming to the
shore as fast as they could, when to his
horror Peter recognised Tiger Lily sitting
in the stern, tightly bound with ropes
In a flash he guessed what was their inten-
tion. The wretches meant to leave her,
all bound as she was, upon the rock, until
the tide came up and drowned her.

Determined to save her, Peter thought
of a clever trick. Imitating the wicked
Captain's voice he called out : " Cut her
bonds and let her go I " The effect was
marvellous: the astonished buccaneers,
fearing to disobey their Captain, instantly
released Tiger Lily, who leapt into the
water and swam towards the boys.

46 THE STORY OF PETER PAN

The Pirates had turned and were rowing
back, when they saw Hook swimming
towards them, and learnt from him how
they had been duped. Horribly enraged,
he chased them out of the boat, leaving
them to swim back to the ship as best they
might, while he himself set about recap-
turing Tiger Lily.

But the Pirates once safely out of the
way, Peter and his friends went back to
the rock to attack the Captain, who was
now single-handed. A fierce fight en-
sued. Hook using his iron prong to some
purpose on poor Peter, while the boys,
seizing Hook's boat, rowed off with Tiger
Lily in it. At last, finding himself out-
done, the Captain gave up the fight, and
in all haste swam back to his ship.

Peter, left alone on the rock with
Wendy, found her so exhausted that she
could neither swim nor fly any farther.
With difficulty he managed to help her to
a firm footing, but the tide was rising,

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and they were both in great danger. As

he watched the water silently creeping

nearer, Peter almost despaired. But all at

once a large kite

came flying slowly

over the lagoon. Inj

a second Peter had

seized its tail, and

binding it tightly

round Wendy, he

sent her sailing away in

safety, bravely calling,

" Good-bye Wendy I "

until she was out of sight.

Then indeed, as the tide rose steadily,
Peter was in great peril. The water
reached his feet, and he was beginning to
think it would be a " tremendous adven-
ture to die," when who should come sailing
by but a great sea-bird on its nest, which
had been blown off the cliffs by the rising
storm. "Hurrah!" cried Peter, "there*s
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bird ofF, in he stepped, curled himself
round and, spreading out his coat to the
wind, sailed swiftly and merrily after
Wendy.

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THE UNDERGROUisD HOME

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THE days passed merrily in the under-
ground home, where Wendy was the
sweetest little mother, and Peter the
bravest father you could ever have found
anywhere. The cave was large and roomy,
and the rocks out of which it was hol-
lowed were of a deep brown colour.
There was a fine large fireplace, and over-
head, near the ceiling, were hung baskets
and fishing-tackle and all sorts of things
likely to be useful to cave-dwellers.

Wendy had not been long there before
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52 THE STORY OF PETER PAN

as comfortable as her own nursery. It is
wonderful what clever girls can do, even
with the poorest materials. There was
now a huge bed for all the Boys, and a
basket for Michael, because he was the
littlest and because a cradle is such a
homely thing to have about the house.
And in a corner of the room, hidden be-
hind a tiny crimson curtain, there was
a wee little room for Tinker Bell,
daintily furnished to suit the tastes of
a girl fairy. There were stools made of
mushrooms for the Boys, and two com-
fortable chairs made of pumpkins, where
Peter and Wendy could sit in state, as was
fitting the father and mother of the little
family.

One Saturday night, Wendy and the
Boys were all downstairs together, waiting
for Peter to come back from a hunting
expedition. Outside, the faithful Tiger
Lily and her Red Indian band were keep-
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Presently the cracK^ng of branches
indicated Peter's approach through the
underwood. Tiger Lily sprang up to
meet him, and the Lost Boys ran to the
tree-trunk stairways to welcome him on
his return. He was the best of fathers ;
and never forgot to be a little boy, for he

had filled his pockets with fruit for the

boys who had been good, and he let them

rummage through and through his coat

like rats in a corn sack.
Then he turned towards Wendy, who

was very busy mending the

children's socks by the fire-
side. She looked very

charming in her pretty

brown frock the

colour of autumn

leaves, with scarlet
w-rries in her hair,

and she made Peter

very happy as they

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and talked over the boys and their doings
as if they had really been their father and
mother. When the children clamoured
for a dance, Peter ev n said that he was
too old for such a game, and that his old
bones would simply rattle, and Wendy
also thought that the mother of such an
armful couiu not go skipping about with
her children. So Peter sang " Sally in
our Alley," which song Wendy thought
no one else in all the world could sing so
sweetly as the darling of her heart, while
the others danced pillow dances, and
bolster dances, and turned somersaults on
the beds, and did all the other jolly and
lively things that everyone wants to do
just about bedtime, when one ought to be
thinking of going to sleep.

At last they quietened down for Wendy
to tell them just one more story before
they were tucked in for the night. They
clustered eagerly round, interrupting every
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best of then., while Wendy told her story.
And the story somehow seemed familiar to
John, and Michael, and Peter, for it was
the tale of Mr. and Mrs. Darling, poor
dears, who had lost their children one
winter night; and how sad they were
about it, how loneiy they felt, and how
the nursery window would always be kept
open, ready for the children, if ever they
should come flying home again.

When she had fin-
ished, Peter stood
up sadly. " No,
Wendy," he said, "I
thought so once, but
you cannot be sure
that the window will
be kept open. Whei
I went back to my
mother, the window
was bar-ed, and there
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cradle." At that thought, Wendy started
up with a look of horror in her face:
*' Perhaps by this time, Mother may be
in half- mourning," she exclaimed, and
John and Michael felt they dared not stay
another moment in the Never-Never-
Never Land.

What would they do if they were too
late in coming back, and found other
children in their beds, other children being
bathed and dressed by Nana.? They
must go home at once.

The Boys crowded round Wendy,
imploring her not to leave them, but she
was firm. Not only would she return
with John and Michael, but she would
take all the Boys with her, for her nother
to adopt. The Boys, as soon as they
heard themselves invited to come too, were
as happy as larks. For now each of them
would have a true mother in Mrs. Darling,
and would live in a house like other boys.
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clothes, and were ready to start on their
journey.

Peter alone refused. He was miserable
at the thought of losing Wendy, but he
couldn't consent to grow old and have a
beard, as he knew he must do if he left
the Never-Never-Never Land. Never,
never, could he do that! There was
nothing for him. then, but to stay behind.
Wendy was as careful as a little mother
in pouring out Peter's medicine, and made
him promise faithfully to take it every
night.

But suddenly there was a stamping over-

n .and banging and a clashing, and a

■1- ^ ng, and a sound of heavy people

vvxcstling and struggling to and fro. The

Pirates had taken the Red Indians by

surprise. The children heard the fighting,

and listened like mice to the squalling of

cats, as frightened as could be, while Peter

waited with his sword. The battle was

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beaten and ran like hares, or crawled
dangerously wounded into the thickets.
The triumphant Pirates were left victori-
ous, though a little out of breath, close
above the children's heads.

Hook, their captain,
more wicked- looking
than ever, listened
at the mushroom
chimney. *' If the
Indians have won,"
Peter was saying,
" they'll beat the
tom-tom."

*' Aha I " thought Hook, and he picked
up a tom-tom that one of the flying Indians
had left behind, and sounded it loudly;
" rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, dub, dub, dub."

*' Hurrah ! " shouted the children down
below. " An Indian victory ! "

*' All will be safe," said Peter. " You
may go now! Tink will show you the
way," and bidding a hurried good-bye

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to Peter, away they all went up the
stairways in the tree- trunks, out into
the forest.

The Pirates were ready for them. As
each child came above the ground, he was
seized by one of the swarthy ruffians who
stood waiting. One by one, and silently,
they were captured and flung into boats
and transported to the pirate ship^ which
had anchored in the lake close by.

Everything had been done so quietly
that Peter was quite unaware of his friends*
sad fate. He only knew thai: he was all
alone, that Wendy had lett him, nd that
she, and Michael, and John, an. all the
Lost Boys who had been h*j companions
were on their way fron the Never-Never-
Never Land to the country of the ordinary
people who wear tall hats and tail-coats
as soon as they are old enough, and grow
up one after the other. Poor Peter threw
himself on his bed and sobbed himself to
sleep.

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Hook was still lurking about, for the
one thing that annoyed him most was
that Peter had not left the cave with the
rest, and was as yet safe.

But in his wicked heart a wicked scheme
had already risen by which he hoped to
kill his enemy. He had carefully listened
to Wendy's last words : "Be sure and
take your medicine, Peter." Here was
the Captain's last chance. Creeping down
to the door of the cave, he stretched his
long arm round the ledge just inside, and
poured a few drops of deadly poison into
the glass, and^ with a grin of triumph on
his ugly face, he threw his cloak over his
shoulder and stole away.

" Tap, tap, tap." Somebody was
knocking at the door. " Who's there? "
asked Peter sleepily.

" Tap, tap, tap."

He got up and opened the door. Tinker
Bell, tinkling excitedly, flew into the room.
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THE UNDERGROUND HOME 6i

tinkled, " the Pirates have captured
them I ** As Peter excitedly snatched up
his sword and sharpened it very sharply
on the grindstone, he perceived Tinker
Bell in his glass of medicine. He soon
learnt the reason, when his little fairy told
him, in a weak voice, that it was poisoned,
and that she had drunk the poison as the
only way to save his life. It was indeed
an act of self-sacrifice ; for too well did
Tink know how much Peter loved Wendy,
and that no warning of hers would prevent
him from keeping his promise.

Poor Tinker Bell was dyings and die she
would have done were it not that Peter,
in a frenzy of grief and with tears in his
eyes, made this passionate appeal to all
children: '* Do you believe in fairies? If
you do, clap your hands, and that will save
poor Tinker Bell." As his cry rang
round the world, there came an echo of
sound as of millions of little hands clap-
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world knew suddenly that of course they
believed in fairies.

The result was magical. Tinker Bell
was saved; her light, which had been

getting fainter and
_. fainter, grew brighter
^- •' and brighter again;
the merry sound of
tinkling (her way of speak-
ing to Peter) which had
almost become inaudible,
now grew stronger and
stronger. She was once
more the bright little fairy
that escorted Peter to the Darling nursery,
and again, under her guidance, Peter set
forth to rescue the Boys and Wendy.

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THE PIRATE SHIP

THE pirate ship was a terribly evil-
looking craft with its painted sails,
its heavy tarred cordage, and its flag with
the skull and crossbones upon it, flapping
grimly at the stern. The poor children
were at once driven into the dark and
dirty hold, while Hook walked the deck,
rubbing his hands and chuckling to him-
self to think that at last he had them in
his power.

" Are all the prisoners chained so th
they can't fly away? " he asked Smee,
who was very busy at his sewing-machine.

" Aye, aye. Captain," answered Smee.

" Then hoist them up," shouted the
Captain.

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He seated himself on a chair covered
with a white bearskin, waiting while the
Boys, whose wrists were chained together,
were dragged out of the hold and brought
before him. Six of them, he said, were to
walk the plank at once, but he would save
any two who were willing to be cabin
boys. The children were not at first sure
what walking the plank meant, but Hook
soon enlightened them by roaring out a
song in explanation.

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he sang, waving his hook to show how,
when the plank tipped, they would be shot
into the water and ^/owned.

Turning towards John Napoleon Darling
he shouted : *' You look as if you had
some pluck in you ! " John hesitated. In
his schoolboy days he had always thought
a pirate's life very attractive, so stepping
forward, he said: "Will you call me
Red-handed Jack? " The Captain laughed
with delight, and promised to give him
that name if he joined the crew. Then
Michael went up to him and slapped him
on the shoulder. *' What will you call me
if I join? " he asked. ** Black-Bearded
Joe," answered the Captain, and until
another question arose Michael was much
pleased. The cabin boys were told that
they must of course swear " Down with
King George I " and to this neither boy
would consent. John and Michael were
then pushed on one side and told
tb^t their doom was sealed, while

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Hook shouted, " Bring up their
mother."

In a moment Wendy was dragged from
the hold, and when the Boys rushed to
protect her they were pulled
back, leaving her standing
alone, looking very frightened
but pretty in her brown dress,
with a long brown cloak
wrapped round her. Hook
asked her if she had any last
message for her sons who
were about to die. Wendy
spoke beautifully to the Boys,
telling them she was sure their
real mothers would wish them
to die like English gentlemen. Her
courage so inspired the children that
they all cried they would do what their
mothers wished. Upon this, Wendy was
cruelly tied to the mast whilst Hook's
orders were being carried out.

But, just as the Boys' fate seemed deter-

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mined, something happened to change
Hook's glee into terror. " Tick 1 tick !
ter-ick, tick, tick! " he heard, and at the
dreaded sound he yelled : ** The crocodile I
hide me, hide me ! " In abject fear he
rushed to a corner of the ship while his
men crowded round him, intent only upon
shielding their captain from the jaws of
the monster. The Boys, too, waited
breathless with horror, until with sudden
relief and rapture they saw not the croco-
dile but their beloved captain Peter Pan
appearing over the ship's side In one
hand, at arm's length, he held ar alarum
clock, the ticking of which had made
Hook believe that the crocodile was upon
him.

Making a sign to his friends, Peter
dashed into the cabin, unseen by the
Pirates, and shut the door. The ticking
ceased directly, and Hook's terror
vanished.

Returning to his dreadful purpose be

70 THE STORY OF PETER PAN

cried: *' Now here's to Johnny Plank 1 "
Again he began to sing, " Yo ho, yo ho,
the frisky plank," but the Boys, filled with
hope and excitement, drowned his voice
by singing *' Rule, Britannia," and just
as the Pirate was about to vent his rage
upon them he was silenced by a shrill and
piercing cock's-crow from the cabin.

Struck motionless with terror, the crew
looked to their Captain for some explana-
tion, who ordered Gecco, one of his men,
to enter the cabin and see what was the
matter. Hook waited, but Gecco did not
return, and once again was heard the awful
mysterious crowing. " Someone must
bring me out that doodledoo," roared the
Captain, and^ as no one volunteered, "I
thought I heard Starkey volunteer," he
said, pointing his hook at Starkey. Mad
with terror of the hook as well as of the
uncanny creature in the cabin, Starkey
rushed wildly round the deck, and finally,
to escape both, flung himself overboard.

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THE PIRATE SHIP 71

Furious at this mutinous behaviour,
Hook shouted, " ITl bring that doodledoo
out myself," but he had no better success,
and came rushing back in a cowardly
fashion, saying: " Something blew out the

light."

A happy idea now struck him. " Drive
the Boys in — let them fight the doodledoo
— if they kill him so much the better, if
he kills them we're none the worse."

This, of course, was just what the chil-
dren wanted, but^ concealing their delight,
they allowed themselves to be driven into
the cabin. In the meantime, all the
Pirates huddled together, hiding their
faces. Sailors, you know, are very super-
stitious, and they all thought the ship was
bewitched. So terrified were they that no
one saw Peter steal out, followed by the
Boys, who crept silently up the ladder to
the higher deck. No one saw Peter cut
the ropes which bound Wendy, and take
her place at the mast, and cover his face

72 THE STORY OF PETER PAN
with the brown cloak she had left, while
Wendy joined the Boys.

" It's the girl! " cried Hook, " there's
never luck on a pirate ship with a woman
aboard; let's throw her over." All the
men knew that their Captain was right,
and one of the Pirates started up and
shook his fist at the brown- robed figure at
the mast. " There's nothing can save you
now. Missy," he cried. " There is one,"
came a ringing voice, and the brown cloak
was flung aside and there stood Peter Pan.
" Down, Boys, and at them," he shouted,
and with a rush the Boys, armed with
weapons which Peter had found and given
them in the cabin, swarmed down upon
the lower deck. The Pirates believed
that all the Boys had been slain by the
mysterious doodledoo, and were panic-
stricken as they saw them with swords and
daggers. Some of the crew lushed to the
bulwarks and leapt overboard ; others with
their knives fell upon the Boys, while

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Hook backed into the cabin fighting for
his life. " Put up your knives, Boys, that
man is mine I *' cried Peter, pointing to
Hook. The Boys turned their attention
to the remaining members of the pirate
crew, who were one by one forced into the
sea, while the two mortal enemies appeared
at the cabin door closed in deadly combat.
Each was determined to kill the other.
Step by step Hook was driven back to the
side of the ship. He felt himself weaken-
ing. In despair he cried out : " 'Tis some
fiend fighting me \ Who are you. Pan? "

"Fm youth!"
cried Peter, ' Fm
a little bird that
has broken out
of the egg. Fm
youth I I*m

joy I"

With that he
wrenched Hook's
sw' ^ from him

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74 THE STORY OF PETER PAN

and pushed him into the sea, right into
the jaws of the waiting crocodile, who
caught him at last.

The Boys burst into ringing cheers as
they and Wendy crowded round their hero,
who stood like a conquering Napoleon
while the pirate P.:ig was lowered.

THE FATE OF THE PIRATES

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All the pirates save two, Smee and
Starkey, jumped into the sea and were
drowned.

Smee, the Irish Pirate, who was not so
wicked as the rest of the crew, managed
to swim ashore, and subsequently became
a reformed character and a brave sailor in
His Majesty's Fleet.

Starkey, who had never shed blood, but
had been guilty of many cruel deeds, was
captured by the Redskins and led a miser-

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able life, for Great Big Little White
Panther, the Indian chief, compelkd him
to act as nurse to the papooses of the
tribe — a sad come-down for a pirate !

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HOME, SWEET HOME

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HOME, SWEET HOME

BUT at home in the Darling household
all this time there was deep sorrow.
Mr. Darling, as a punishment to himself
for taking their guardian Nana
away, had vowed that he would
live in the kennel till his
children's return. For months
now he had lived in it, and had
been carried to business in it
every morning, much to the
disgust of the prim little
housemaid Liza. Mr. Darling
had become quite a celebrity,
and great ladies, leaders of
society, found him so

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80 THE STORY OF PETER PAN
interesting and touching, that they all
cried out as he passed by, " Oh, do come
to dinner at our house, do come in the
kennel 1 '* All the newspapers had asked
him to write the cricket and football
news for them, and his picture postcards
were to be seen in every shop window.

But it happened one evening, when he
returned from business, carried as usual in
the kennel, he was taken up to the now
desolate nursery, where Mrs. Darling
spent most of her time mourning for her
lost children, while the faithful Nana tried
in vain to cheer her up. " George, George,
I believe you are beginning to /ike that
kennel," she said reproachfully, as he
crawled out. He denied the charge, how-
ever, and tried to comfort Mrs. Darling,
who never for one moment forgot the little
empty beds and the silence and cheerless-
ness of the nursery. Then he left her, and
sitting down by the fire, Mrs. Darling was
alone with her sad thoughts.

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HOME, SWEET HOME 8i

Scarcely, however, had she closed her
eyes when three little figures flew in at the
window and nestled cosily in their beds.
Then softly Wendy called to her mother.
But when Mrs. Darling looked round she
simply couldn't believe that the children
were really there. So many times before
she had dreamt of their return, that it was
not till they all three crowded round her
that she realised that they had indeed
come home. Oh ! what joy to feel once
more those dear faces, cool and fresh from
the flight through the night air, pressed
•against hers, hot with tears ; to hear once
more the sound of those sweet voices as
they all talked at once. At last, when
she was a little calm, Wendy began telling
her about Peter Pan and the Lost Boys,
who with Peter Pan himself were all wait-
ing outside. Directly Mrs. Darling saw
them, and heard that they had no mothers,
she instantly adopted them all. Though
the house would be rather crowded, she

82 THE STORY OF PETER PAN

could easily put up extra beds in the
drawing-room, she said, and with a screen
on her *' At Home " days, all could be
comfortably managed.

The only difficulty lay with Peter.
Much as at first sight he loved Mrs.
Darling, much as he loved Wendy, he
couldn't consent to grow up. So at last
it was arranged that he should fly back
alone to the Never-Never-Never Land,
and that once a year Mrs. Darling would
allow Wendy to go and stay with him for
a whole week to do his spring cleaning.

THE TREE TOPS

High in the tree tops of the Never-
Never-Never Land, Tinker Bell placed
the little house that was built for Wendy.
The tree tops are soft as velvet, and in the
evening at twilight are all bejewelled with

HOME, SWEET HOME 83

tiny mauve, and white, and blue lights.
The mauve ones are boy fairies, the white,
girl fairies, and the blue lights are darling
little sillies who are not quite sure what
they are.

And the still air is filled with the singing
of birds and the ringing of hundreds of
little fairy bells. But the sweetest sound
of all is the fluting of Peter Pan's pipe as
he sits outside the little house and calls to
the spring to make haste, because with the
spring comes Wendy.

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