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СКАЧАТЬ he did not want a change, but he looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

      'Peter, what is it?'

      'I was just thinking,' he said, a little scared. 'It is only make-believe, isn't it, that I am their father?'

      'Oh yes,' Wendy said primly.

      'You see,' he continued apologetically, 'it would make me seem so old to be their real father.'

      'But they are ours, Peter, yours and mine.'

      'But not really, Wendy?' he asked anxiously.

      'Not if you don't wish it,' she replied; and she distinctly heard his sigh of relief. 'Peter,' she asked, trying to speak firmly, 'what are your exact feelings for me?'

      'Those of a devoted son, Wendy.'

      'I thought so,' she said, and went and sat by herself at the extreme end of the room.

      'You are so queer,' he said, frankly puzzled, 'and Tiger Lily is just the same. There is something she wants to be to me, but she says it is not my mother.'

      'No, indeed, it is not,' Wendy replied with frightful emphasis. Now we know why she was prejudiced against the redskins.

      'Then what is it?'

      'It isn't for a lady to tell.'

      'Oh, very well,' Peter said, a little nettled. 'Perhaps Tinker Bell will tell me.'

      'Oh yes, Tinker Bell will tell you,' Wendy retorted scornfully. 'She is an abandoned little creature.'

      Here Tink, who was in her boudoir, eavesdropping, squeaked out something impudent.

      'She says she glories in being abandoned,' Peter interpreted.

      He had a sudden idea. 'Perhaps Tink wants to be my mother?'

      'You silly ass!' cried Tinker Bell in a passion.

      She had said it so often that Wendy needed no translation.

      'I almost agree with her,' Wendy snapped. Fancy Wendy snapping. But she had been much tried, and she little knew what was to happen before the night was out. If she had known she would not have snapped.

      None of them knew. Perhaps it was best not to know. Their ignorance gave them one more glad hour; and as it was to be their last hour on the island, let us rejoice that there were sixty glad minutes in it. They sang and danced in their night-gowns. Such a deliciously creepy song it was, in which they pretended to be frightened at their own shadows; little witting that so soon shadows would close in upon them, from whom they would shrink in real fear. So uproariously gay was the dance, and how they buffeted each other on the bed and out of it! It was a pillow fight rather than a dance, and when it was finished, the pillows insisted on one bout more, like partners who know that they may never meet again. The stories they told, before it was time for Wendy's good-night story! Even Slightly tried to tell a story that night, but the beginning was so fearfully dull that it appalled even himself, and he said gloomily:

      'Yes, it is a dull beginning. I say, let us pretend that it is the end.'

      And then at last they all got into bed for Wendy's story, the story they loved best, the story Peter hated. Usually when she began to tell this story he left the room or put his hands over his ears; and possibly if he had done either of those things this time they might all still be on the island. But to-night he remained on his stool; and we shall see what happened.

      Chapter XI.

       Wendy's Story

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      'Listen, then,' said Wendy, settling down to her story, with Michael at her feet and seven boys in the bed. 'There was once a gentleman——'

      'I had rather he had been a lady,' Curly said.

      'I wish he had been a white rat,' said Nibs.

      'Quiet,' their mother admonished them. 'There was a lady also, and——'

      'O mummy,' cried the first twin, 'you mean that there is a lady also, don't you? She is not dead, is she?'

      'Oh no.'

      'I am awfully glad she isn't dead,' said Tootles. 'Are you glad, John?'

      'Of course I am.'

      'Are you glad, Nibs?'

      'Rather.'

      'Are you glad, Twins?'

      'We are just glad.'

      'Oh dear,' sighed Wendy.

      'Little less noise there,' Peter called out, determined that she should have fair play, however beastly a story it might be in his opinion.

      'The gentleman's name,' Wendy continued, 'was Mr. Darling, and her name was Mrs. Darling.'

      'I knew them,' John said, to annoy the others.

      'I think I knew them,' said Michael rather doubtfully.

      'They were married, you know,' explained Wendy, 'and what do you think they had?'

      'White rats,' cried Nibs, inspired.

      'No.'

      'It's awfully puzzling,' said Tootles, who knew the story by heart.

      'Quiet, Tootles. They had three descendants.'

      'What is descendants?'

      'Well, you are one, Twin.

      'Do you hear that, John? I am a descendant.'

      'Descendants are only children,' said John.

      'Oh dear, oh dear,' sighed Wendy. 'Now these three children had a faithful nurse called Nana; but Mr. Darling was angry with her and chained her up in the yard; and so all the children flew away.'

      'It's an awfully good story,' said Nibs.

      'They flew away,' Wendy continued, 'to the Neverland, where the lost children are.'

      'I just thought they did,' Curly broke in excitedly. 'I don't know how it is, but I just thought they did.'

      'O Wendy,' cried Tootles, 'was one of the lost children called Tootles?'

      'Yes, he was.'

      'I am in a story. Hurrah, I am in a story, Nibs.'

      'Hush. Now I want you to consider the feelings of the unhappy parents with all their children flown away.'

      'Oo!' they all moaned, though they were not really considering the feelings of the unhappy parents one jot.

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