Пітер Пен і Венді
The Return Home
Lookatherinherchair,whereshehasfallenasleep.Thecornerofhermouth,whereonelooksfirst,isalmostwitheredup.Herhandmovesrestlesslyonherbreastasifshehadapainthere.SomelikePeterbestandsomelikeWendybest,butIlikeherbest.Suppose,tomakeherhappy,wewhispertoherinhersleepthatthebratsarecomingback.Theyarereallywithintwomilesofthewindownow,andflyingstrong,butallweneedwhisperisthattheyareontheway.Let’s.
Itisapitywedidit,forshehasstartedup,callingtheirnames;andthereisnooneintheroombutNana.
’ONana,Idreamtmydearoneshadcomeback.’
Nanahadfilmyeyes,butallshecoulddowastoputherpawgentlyonhermistress’slap;andtheyweresittingtogetherthuswhenthekennelwasbroughtback.AsMr.Darlingputshisheadoutatittokisshiswife,weseethathisfaceismorewornthanofyore,buthasasofterexpression.
HegavehishattoLiza,whotookitscornfully;forshehadnoimagination,andwasquiteincapableofunderstandingthemotivesofsuchaman.Outside,thecrowdwhohadaccompaniedthecabhomewerestillcheering,andhewasnaturallynotunmoved.
’Listentothem,’hesaid;’itisverygratifying.’
’Lotoflittleboys,’sneeredLiza.
’Therewereseveraladultsto-day,’heassuredherwithafaintflush;butwhenshetossedherheadhehadnotawordofreproofforher.Socialsuccesshadnotspoilthim;ithadmadehimsweeter.Forsometimehesathalfoutofthekennel,talkingwithMrs.
