Oo! she exclaimed rapturously.
Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be
flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.
Oo!
And, Wendy, there are mermaids.
Mermaids! With tails?
Such long tails.
Oh, cried Wendy, to see a mermaid!
He had become frightfully cunning. Wendy, he said, how we should all
respect you.
She was wriggling her body in distress. It was quite as if she were
trying to remain on the nursery floor.
But he had no pity for her.
Wendy, he said, the sly one, you could tuck us in at night.
Oo!
None of us has ever been tucked in at night.
Oo, and her arms went out to him.
And you could darn our clothes, and make pockets for us. None of us
has any pockets.
How could she resist. Of course it s awfully fascinating! she cried.
Peter, would you teach John and Michael to fly too?
If you like, he said indifferently, and she ran to John and Michael
and shook them. Wake up, she cried, Peter Pan has come and he is to
teach us to fly.
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