Yes, it is a dull beginning. I say, let us pretend that it is the
end.
And then at last they all got into bed for Wendy s story, the story
they loved best, the story Peter hated. Usually when she began to tell
this story he left the room or put his hands over his ears; and
possibly if he had done either of those things this time they might all
still be on the island. But to-night he remained on his stool; and we
shall see what happened.
Chapter XI.
WENDY S STORY
Listen, then, said Wendy, settling down to her story, with Michael at
her feet and seven boys in the bed. There was once a gentleman
I had rather he had been a lady, Curly said.
I wish he had been a white rat, said Nibs.
Quiet, their mother admonished them. There was a lady also, and
Oh, mummy, cried the first twin, you mean that there is a lady also,
don t you? She is not dead, is she?
Oh, no.
I am awfully glad she isn t dead, said Tootles. Are you glad, John?
Of course I am.
Are you glad, Nibs?
Rather.
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