We cannot make ourselves, you know,
Cos we ve been made before.
Peter, seeing this to be a good idea, at once pretended that it was his
own. The house was quite beautiful, and no doubt Wendy was very cosy
within, though, of course, they could no longer see her. Peter strode
up and down, ordering finishing touches. Nothing escaped his eagle
eyes. Just when it seemed absolutely finished:
There s no knocker on the door, he said.
They were very ashamed, but Tootles gave the sole of his shoe, and it
made an excellent knocker.
Absolutely finished now, they thought.
Not of bit of it. There s no chimney, Peter said; we must have a
chimney.
It certainly does need a chimney, said John importantly. This gave
Peter an idea. He snatched the hat off John s head, knocked out the
bottom, and put the hat on the roof. The little house was so pleased to
have such a capital chimney that, as if to say thank you, smoke
immediately began to come out of the hat.
Now really and truly it was finished. Nothing remained to do but to
knock.
All look your best, Peter warned them; first impressions are awfully
important.
He was glad no one asked him what first impressions are; they were all
too busy looking their best.
He knocked politely, and now the wood was as still as the children, not
a sound to be heard except from Tinker Bell, who was watching from a
branch and openly sneering.
What the boys were wondering was, would any one answer the knock? If a
lady, what would she be like?
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