Пітер Пен і Венді
When Wendy Grew Up
OWendy’smother,ifIwastowakeupandfeeltherewasabeard!’
’Peter,’saidWendythecomforter,’Ishouldloveyouinabeard’;andMrs.Darlingstretchedoutherarmstohim,butherepulsedher.
’Keepback,lady,nooneisgoingtocatchmeandmakemeaman.’
’Butwhereareyougoingtolive?’
’WithTinkinthehousewebuiltforWendy.Thefairiesaretoputithighupamongthetreetopswheretheysleepatnights.’
’Howlovely,’criedWendysolonginglythatMrs.Darlingtightenedhergrip.
’Ithoughtallthefairiesweredead,’Mrs.Darlingsaid.
’Therearealwaysalotofyoungones,’explainedWendy,whowasnowquiteanauthority,’becauseyouseewhenanewbabylaughsforthefirsttimeanewfairyisborn,andastherearealwaysnewbabiestherearealwaysnewfairies.Theyliveinnestsonthetopsoftrees;andthemauveonesareboysandthewhiteonesaregirls,andtheblueonesarejustlittlesillieswhoarenotsurewhattheyare.’
’Ishallhavesuchfun,’saidPeter,withoneeyeonWendy.
’Itwillberatherlonelyintheevening,’shesaid,’sittingbythefire.’
’IshallhaveTink.’
’Tinkcan’tgoatwentiethpartofthewayround,’sheremindedhimalittletartly.
’Sneakytell-tale!’Tinkcalledoutfromsomewhereroundthecorner.
’Itdoesn’tmatter,’Petersaid.
’OPeter,youknowitmatters.’
’Well,then,comewithmetothelittlehouse.’
’MayI,mummy?’
’Certainlynot.Ihavegotyouhomeagain,andImeantokeepyou.’
’Buthedoessoneedamother.’
’Sodoyou,mylove.
