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Peter’s Goat
Daviddoesit,forinstance,andheandIknowthelikeliestplaceforleavingthemin,andweshalltellyouifyoulike,butformercy’ssakedon’taskusbeforePorthos,forwerehetofindouttheplacehewouldtakeeveryoneofthem.
ThoughPeterstillremembersMaimieheisbecomeasgayasever,andofteninsheerhappinesshejumpsoffhisgoatandlieskickingmerrilyonthegrass.Oh,hehasajoyfultime!Buthehasstillavaguememorythathewasahumanonce,anditmakeshimespeciallykindtothehouse-swallowswhentheyrevisittheisland,forhouse-swallowsarethespiritsoflittlechildrenwhohavedied.Theyalwaysbuildintheeavesofthehouseswheretheylivedwhentheywerehumans,andsometimestheytrytoflyinatanurserywindow,andperhapsthatiswhyPeterlovesthembestofallthebirds.
Andthelittlehouse?Everylawfulnight(thatistosay,everynightexceptballnights)thefairiesnowbuildthelittlehouselestthereshouldbeahumanchildlostintheGardens,andPeterridesthemarsheslookingforlostones,andifhefindsthemhecarriesthemonhisgoattothelittlehouse,andwhentheywakeuptheyareinitandwhentheystepouttheyseeit.Thefairiesbuildthehousemerelybecauseitissopretty,butPeterridesroundinmemoryofMaimieandbecausehestilllovestodojustashebelievesrealboyswoulddo.
Butyoumustnotthinkthat,becausesomewhereamongthetreesthelittlehouseistwinkling,itisasafethingtoremainintheGardensafterLock-outTime.
