Father first, said Michael, who was of a suspicious nature.
I shall be sick, you know, Mr. Darling said threateningly.
Come on, father, said John.
Hold your tongue, John, his father rapped out.
Wendy was quite puzzled. I thought you took it quite easily, father.
That is not the point, he retorted. The point is, that there is more
in my glass than in Michael s spoon. His proud heart was nearly
bursting. And it isn t fair: I would say it though it were with my
last breath; it isn t fair.
Father, I am waiting, said Michael coldly.
It s all very well to say you are waiting; so am I waiting.
Father s a cowardly custard.
So are you a cowardly custard.
I m not frightened.
Neither am I frightened.
Well, then, take it.
Well, then, you take it.
Wendy had a splendid idea. Why not both take it at the same time?
Certainly, said Mr. Darling. Are you ready, Michael?
Wendy gave the words, one, two, three, and Michael took his medicine,
but Mr. Darling slipped his behind his back.
There was a yell of rage from Michael, and O father! Wendy exclaimed.
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