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Come Away, Come Away!
’AndIknowyoumeanttobekind,’shesaid,relenting,’soyoumaygivemeakiss.’
Forthemomentshehadforgottenhisignoranceaboutkisses.’Ithoughtyouwouldwantitback,’hesaidalittlebitterly,andofferedtoreturnherthethimble.
’Ohdear,’saidtheniceWendy,’Idon’tmeanakiss,Imeanathimble.’
’What’sthat?’
’It’slikethis.’Shekissedhim.
’Funny!’saidPetergravely.’NowshallIgiveyouathimble?’
’Ifyouwishto,’saidWendy,keepingherheaderectthistime.
Peterthimbledher,andalmostimmediatelyshescreeched.’Whatisit,Wendy?’
’Itwasexactlyasifsomeonewerepullingmyhair.’
’ThatmusthavebeenTink.Ineverknewhersonaughtybefore.’
AndindeedTinkwasdartingaboutagain,usingoffensivelanguage.
’Shesaysshewilldothattoyou,Wendy,everytimeIgiveyouathimble.’
’Butwhy?’
’Why,Tink?’
AgainTinkreplied,’Yousillyass.’Petercouldnotunderstandwhy,butWendyunderstood;andshewasjustslightlydisappointedwhenheadmittedthathecametothenurserywindownottoseeherbuttolistentostories.
’YouseeIdon’tknowanystories.Noneofthelostboysknowanystories.’
’Howperfectlyawful,’Wendysaid.
’Doyouknow,’Peterasked,’whyswallowsbuildintheeavesofhouses?Itistolistentothestories.OWendy,yourmotherwastellingyousuchalovelystory.’
’Whichstorywasit?’
’Abouttheprincewhocouldn’tfindtheladywhoworetheglassslipper.
