Are you glad, Twins?
We are glad.
Oh dear, sighed Wendy.
Little less noise there, Peter called out, determined that she should
have fair play, however beastly a story it might be in his opinion.
The gentleman s name, Wendy continued, was Mr. Darling, and her name
was Mrs. Darling.
I knew them, John said, to annoy the others.
I think I knew them, said Michael rather doubtfully.
They were married, you know, explained Wendy, and what do you think
they had?
White rats, cried Nibs, inspired.
No.
It s awfully puzzling, said Tootles, who knew the story by heart.
Quiet, Tootles. They had three descendants.
What is descendants?
Well, you are one, Twin.
Did you hear that, John? I am a descendant.
Descendants are only children, said John.
Oh dear, oh dear, sighed Wendy. Now these three children had a
faithful nurse called Nana; but Mr. Darling was angry with her and
chained her up in the yard, and so all the children flew away.
It s an awfully good story, said Nibs.
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