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Do You Believe In Fairies?
Shefanciedsheheardanswersintheaffirmative,andthenagainshewasn’tsure.
’Whatdoyouthink?’sheaskedPeter.
’Ifyoubelieve,’heshoutedtothem,’clapyourhands;don’tletTinkdie.’
Manyclapped.
Somedidn’t.
Afewlittlebeastshissed.
Theclappingstoppedsuddenly;asifcountlessmothershadrushedtotheirnurseriestoseewhatonearthwashappening;butalreadyTinkwassaved.Firsthervoicegrewstrong;thenshepoppedoutofbed;thenshewasflashingthroughtheroommoremerryandimpudentthanever.Sheneverthoughtofthankingthosewhobelieved,butshewouldhavelikedtogetattheoneswhohadhissed.
’AndnowtorescueWendy.’
ThemoonwasridinginacloudyheavenwhenPeterrosefromhistree,begirtwithweaponsandwearinglittleelse,tosetoutuponhisperilousquest.Itwasnotsuchanightashewouldhavechosen.Hehadhopedtofly,keepingnotfarfromthegroundsothatnothingunwontedshouldescapehiseyes;butinthatfitfullighttohaveflownlowwouldhavemeanttrailinghisshadowthroughthetrees,thusdisturbingthebirdsandacquaintingawatchfulfoethathewasastir.
Heregrettednowthathehadgiventhebirdsoftheislandsuchstrangenamesthattheyareverywildanddifficultofapproach.
Therewasnoothercoursebuttopressforwardinredskinfashion,atwhichhappilyhewasanadept
