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Come Away, Come Away!
’Wendy,’hesaid,theslyone,’youcouldtuckusinatnight.’
’Oo!’
’Noneofushaseverbeentuckedinatnight.’
’Oo,’andherarmswentouttohim.
’Andyoucoulddarnourclothes,andmakepocketsforus.Noneofushasanypockets.’
Howcouldsheresist.’Ofcourseit’sawfullyfascinating!’shecried.’Peter,wouldyouteachJohnandMichaeltoflytoo?’
’Ifyoulike,’hesaidindifferently;andsherantoJohnandMichaelandshookthem.’Wakeup,’shecried,’PeterPanhascomeandheistoteachustofly.’
Johnrubbedhiseyes.’ThenIshallgetup,’hesaid.Ofcoursehewasontheflooralready.’Hallo,’hesaid,’Iamup!’
Michaelwasupbythistimealso,lookingassharpasaknifewithsixbladesandasaw,butPetersuddenlysignedsilence.Theirfacesassumedtheawfulcraftinessofchildrenlisteningforsoundsfromthegrown-upworld.Allwasasstillassalt.Theneverythingwasright.No,stop!Everythingwaswrong.Nana,whohadbeenbarkingdistressfullyalltheevening,wasquietnow.Itwashersilencetheyhadheard.
’Outwiththelight!Hide!Quick!’criedJohn,takingcommandfortheonlytimethroughoutthewholeadventure.AndthuswhenLizaentered,holdingNana,thenurseryseemedquiteitsoldself,verydark;andyoucouldhaveswornyouhearditsthreewickedinmatesbreathingangelicallyastheyslept.Theywerereallydoingitartfullyfrombehindthewindowcurtains.
