Пітер Пен і Венді
Come Away, Come Away!
’Sheisnotverypolite.Shesaysyouareagreatuglygirl,andthatsheismyfairy.’
HetriedtoarguewithTink.’Youknowyoucan’tbemyfairy,Tink,becauseIamagentlemanandyouarealady.’
TothisTinkrepliedinthesewords,’Yousillyass,’anddisappearedintothebathroom.’Sheisquiteacommonfairy,’Peterexplainedapologetically;’sheiscalledTinkerBellbecauseshemendsthepotsandkettles.’
Theyweretogetherinthearmchairbythistime,andWendypliedhimwithmorequestions.
’Ifyoudon’tliveinKensingtonGardensnow——’
’SometimesIdostill.’
’Butwheredoyoulivemostlynow?’
’Withthelostboys.’
’Whoarethey?’
’Theyarethechildrenwhofalloutoftheirperambulatorswhenthenurseislookingtheotherway.IftheyarenotclaimedinsevendaystheyaresentfarawaytotheNeverlandtodefrayexpenses.I’mcaptain.’
’Whatfunitmustbe!’
’Yes,’saidcunningPeter,’butweareratherlonely.Youseewehavenofemalecompanionship.’
’Arenoneoftheothersgirls?’
’Ohno;girls,youknow,aremuchtooclevertofalloutoftheirprams.’
ThisflatteredWendyimmensely.’Ithink,’shesaid,’itisperfectlylovelythewayyoutalkaboutgirls;Johntherejustdespisesus.’
ForreplyPeterroseandkickedJohnoutofbed,blanketsandall;onekick.ThisseemedtoWendyratherforwardforafirstmeeting,andshetoldhimwithspiritthathewasnotcaptaininherhouse.However,Johncontinuedtosleepsoplacidlyonthefloorthatsheallowedhimtoremainthere.
