but when she tossed her head he had not a word of reproof for her.
Social success had not spoilt him; it had made him sweeter. For some
time he sat with his head out of the kennel, talking with Mrs. Darling
of this success, and pressing her hand reassuringly when she said she
hoped his head would not be turned by it.
But if I had been a weak man, he said. Good heavens, if I had been a
weak man!
And, George, she said timidly, you are as full of remorse as ever,
aren t you?
Full of remorse as ever, dearest! See my punishment: living in a
kennel.
But it is punishment, isn t it, George? You are sure you are not
enjoying it?
My love!
You may be sure she begged his pardon; and then, feeling drowsy, he
curled round in the kennel.
Won t you play me to sleep, he asked, on the nursery piano? and as
she was crossing to the day-nursery he added thoughtlessly, And shut
that window. I feel a draught.
O George, never ask me to do that. The window must always be left open
for them, always, always.
Now it was his turn to beg her pardon; and she went into the
day-nursery and played, and soon he was asleep; and while he slept,
Wendy and John and Michael flew into the room.
Oh no. We have written it so, because that was the charming arrangement
planned by them before we left the ship; but something must have
happened since then, for it is not they who have flown in, it is Peter
and Tinker Bell.
Peter s first words tell all.
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