Пітер Пен і Венді
Come Away, Come Away!
Darlingknewatoncethatsomethingterriblewashappeningintheirnursery,andwithoutagood-byetotheirhostesstheyrushedintothestreet.
Butitwasnowtenminutessincethreescoundrelshadbeenbreathingbehindthecurtains;andPeterPancandoagreatdealintenminutes.
Wenowreturntothenursery.
’It’sallright,’Johnannounced,emergingfromhishiding-place.’Isay,Peter,canyoureallyfly?’
InsteadoftroublingtoanswerhimPeterflewroundtheroom,takingthemantelpieceontheway.
’Howtopping!’saidJohnandMichael.
’Howsweet!’criedWendy.
’Yes,I’msweet,oh,Iamsweet!’saidPeter,forgettinghismannersagain.
Itlookeddelightfullyeasy,andtheytrieditfirstfromthefloorandthenfromthebeds,buttheyalwayswentdowninsteadofup.
’Isay,howdoyoudoit?’askedJohn,rubbinghisknee.Hewasquiteapracticalboy.
’Youjustthinklovelywonderfulthoughts,’Peterexplained,’andtheyliftyouupintheair.’
Heshowedthemagain.
’You’resonippyatit,’Johnsaid;’couldn’tyoudoitveryslowlyonce?’
Peterdiditbothslowlyandquickly.’I’vegotitnow,Wendy!’criedJohn,butsoonhefoundhehadnot.Notoneofthemcouldflyaninch,thoughevenMichaelwasinwordsoftwosyllables,andPeterdidnotknowAfromZ.
OfcoursePeterhadbeentriflingwiththem,fornoonecanflyunlessthefairydusthasbeenblownonhim.Fortunately,aswehavementioned,oneofhishandswasmessywithit,andheblewsomeoneachofthem,withthemostsuperbresults.
