Have you not seen her? asked Peter, becoming troubled. She flew this
way.
Ah me! one voice said, and another said, Oh, mournful day.
Tootles rose. Peter, he said quietly, I will show her to you, and
when the others would still have hidden her he said, Back, twins, let
Peter see.
So they all stood back, and let him see, and after he had looked for a
little time he did not know what to do next.
She is dead, he said uncomfortably. Perhaps she is frightened at
being dead.
He thought of hopping off in a comic sort of way till he was out of
sight of her, and then never going near the spot any more. They would
all have been glad to follow if he had done this.
But there was the arrow. He took it from her heart and faced his band.
Whose arrow? he demanded sternly.
Mine, Peter, said Tootles on his knees.
Oh, dastard hand, Peter said, and he raised the arrow to use it as a
dagger.
Tootles did not flinch. He bared his breast. Strike, Peter, he said
firmly, strike true.
Twice did Peter raise the arrow, and twice did his hand fall. I cannot
strike, he said with awe, there is something stays my hand.
All looked at him in wonder, save Nibs, who fortunately looked at
Wendy.
It is she, he cried, the Wendy lady, see, her arm!
Wonderful to relate, Wendy had raised her arm. Nibs bent over her and
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