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The Little House
HesnatchedthehatoffJohn’shead,knockedoutthebottom,andputthehatontheroof.Thelittlehousewassopleasedtohavesuchacapitalchimneythat,asiftosaythankyou,smokeimmediatelybegantocomeoutofthehat.
Nowreallyandtrulyitwasfinished.Nothingremainedtodobuttoknock.
’Alllookyourbest,’Peterwarnedthem;’firstimpressionsareawfullyimportant.’
Hewasgladnooneaskedhimwhatfirstimpressionsare;theywerealltoobusylookingtheirbest.
Heknockedpolitely;andnowthewoodwasasstillasthechildren,notasoundtobeheardexceptfromTinkerBell,whowaswatchingfromabranchandopenlysneering.
Whattheboyswerewonderingwas,wouldanyoneanswertheknock?Ifalady,whatwouldshebelike?
Thedooropenedandaladycameout.ItwasWendy.Theyallwhippedofftheirhats.
Shelookedproperlysurprised,andthiswasjusthowtheyhadhopedshewouldlook.
’WhereamI?’shesaid.
OfcourseSlightlywasthefirsttogethiswordin.’Wendylady,’hesaidrapidly,’foryouwebuiltthishouse.’
’Oh,sayyou’repleased,’criedNibs.
’Lovely,darlinghouse,’Wendysaid,andtheyweretheverywordstheyhadhopedshewouldsay.
’Andweareyourchildren,’criedthetwins.
Thenallwentontheirknees,andholdingouttheirarmscried,’OWendylady,beourmother.’
’OughtI?’Wendysaid,allshining.’Ofcourseit’sfrightfullyfascinating,butyouseeIamonlyalittlegirl.Ihavenorealexperience
