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Come Away, Come Away!
’Nowjustwriggleyourshouldersthisway,’hesaid,’andletgo.’
Theywereallontheirbeds,andgallantMichaelletgofirst.Hedidnotquitemeantoletgo,buthedidit,andimmediatelyhewasborneacrosstheroom.
’Iflewed!’hescreamedwhilestillinmid-air.
JohnletgoandmetWendynearthebathroom.
’Oh,lovely!’
’Oh,ripping!’
’Lookatme!’
’Lookatme!’
’Lookatme!’
TheywerenotnearlysoelegantasPeter,theycouldnothelpkickingalittle,buttheirheadswerebobbingagainsttheceiling,andthereisalmostnothingsodeliciousasthat.PetergaveWendyahandatfirst,buthadtodesist,Tinkwassoindignant.
Upanddowntheywent,androundandround.HeavenlywasWendy’sword.
’Isay,’criedJohn,’whyshouldn’tweallgoout!’
OfcourseitwastothisthatPeterhadbeenluringthem.
Michaelwasready:hewantedtoseehowlongittookhimtodoabillionmiles.ButWendyhesitated.
’Mermaids!’saidPeteragain.
’Oo!’
’Andtherearepirates.’
’Pirates,’criedJohn,seizinghisSundayhat,’letusgoatonce.’
ItwasjustatthismomentthatMr.andMrs.DarlinghurriedwithNanaoutof27.Theyranintothemiddleofthestreettolookupatthenurserywindow;and,yes,itwasstillshut,buttheroomwasablazewithlight,andmostheart-grippingsightofall,theycouldseeinshadowonthecurtainthreelittlefiguresinnightattirecirclingroundandround,notonthefloorbutintheair.
Notthreefigures,four!
Inatrembletheyopenedthestreetdoor.Mr.Darlingwouldhaverushedupstairs,butMrs
