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Do You Believe In Fairies?
’Whoisthat?’
Forlongtherewasnoanswer:thenagaintheknock.
’Whoareyou?’
Noanswer.
Hewasthrilled,andhelovedbeingthrilled.Intwostrideshereachedhisdoor.UnlikeSlightly’sdooritfilledtheaperture,sothathecouldnotseebeyondit,norcouldtheoneknockingseehim.
’Iwon’topenunlessyouspeak,’Petercried.
Thenatlastthevisitorspoke,inalovelybell-likevoice.
’Letmein,Peter.’
ItwasTink,andquicklyheunbarredtoher.Sheflewinexcitedly,herfaceflushedandherdressstainedwithmud.
’Whatisit?’
’Oh,youcouldneverguess,’shecried,andofferedhimthreeguesses.’Outwithit!’heshouted;andinoneungrammaticalsentence,aslongastheribbonsconjurerspullfromtheirmouths,shetoldofthecaptureofWendyandtheboys.
Peter’sheartbobbedupanddownashelistened.Wendybound,andonthepirateship;shewholovedeverythingtobejustso!
’I’llrescueher,’hecried,leapingathisweapons.Asheleapthethoughtofsomethinghecoulddotopleaseher.Hecouldtakehismedicine.
Hishandclosedonthefataldraught.
’No!’shriekedTinkerBell,whohadheardHookmutteringabouthisdeedashespedthroughtheforest.
’Whynot?’
’Itispoisoned.’
’Poisoned?Whocouldhavepoisonedit?’
’Hook.’
’Don’tbesilly.HowcouldHookhavegotdownhere?’
Alas,TinkerBellcouldnotexplainthis,forevenshedidnotknowthedarksecretofSlightly’stree.NeverthelessHook’swordshadleftnoroomfordoubt.Thecupwaspoisoned.
