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Peter’s Goat

           

           “Allyourwaysofplaying,”shesaidwithherbigeyesonhim,“arequite,quitewrong,andnotintheleastlikehowboysplay!”

           PoorPeterutteredalittlemoanatthis,andhecriedforthefirsttimeforIknownothowlong.Maimiewasextremelysorryforhim,andlenthimherhandkerchief,buthedidn’tknowintheleastwhattodowithit,sosheshowedhim,thatistosay,shewipedhereyes,andthengaveitbacktohim,saying“Nowyoudoit,”butinsteadofwipinghisowneyeshewipedhers,andshethoughtitbesttopretendthatthiswaswhatshehadmeant.

           Shesaid,outofpityforhim,“Ishallgiveyouakissifyoulike,”butthoughheonceknewhehadlongforgottenwhatkissesare,andhereplied,“Thankyou,”andheldouthishand,thinkingshehadofferedtoputsomethingintoit.Thiswasagreatshocktoher,butshefeltshecouldnotexplainwithoutshaminghim,sowithcharmingdelicacyshegavePeterathimblewhichhappenedtobeinherpocket,andpretendedthatitwasakiss.Poorlittleboy!hequitebelievedher,andtothisdayhewearsitonhisfinger,thoughtherecanbescarcelyanyonewhoneedsathimblesolittle.Yousee,thoughstillatinychild,itwasreallyyearsandyearssincehehadseenhismother,andIdaresaythebabywhohadsupplantedhimwasnowamanwithwhiskers.

           ButyoumustnotthinkthatPeterPanwasaboytopityratherthantoadmire;ifMaimiebeganbythinkingthis,shesoonfoundshewasverymuchmistaken.

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