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The Little House
Iftheybrokedownintheirmake-believeherappedthemontheknuckles.
’Yes,mylittleman,’anxiouslyrepliedSlightly,whohadchappedknuckles.
’Please,sir,’Peterexplained,’aladyliesveryill.’
Shewaslyingattheirfeet,butSlightlyhadthesensenottoseeher.
’Tut,tut,tut,’hesaid,’wheredoesshelie?’
’Inyonderglade.’
’Iwillputaglassthinginhermouth,’saidSlightly;andhemade-believetodoit,whilePeterwaited.Itwasananxiousmomentwhentheglassthingwaswithdrawn.
’Howisshe?’inquiredPeter.
’Tut,tut,tut,’saidSlightly,’thishascuredher.’
’Iamglad,’Petercried.
’Iwillcallagainintheevening,’Slightlysaid;’giveherbeefteaoutofacupwithaspouttoit’;butafterhehadreturnedthehattoJohnheblewbigbreaths,whichwashishabitonescapingfromadifficulty.
Inthemeantimethewoodhadbeenalivewiththesoundofaxes;almosteverythingneededforacosydwellingalreadylayatWendy’sfeet.
’Ifonlyweknew,’saidone,’thekindofhouseshelikesbest.’
’Peter,’shoutedanother,’sheismovinginhersleep.’
’Hermouthopens,’criedathird,lookingrespectfullyintoit.’Oh,lovely!’
’Perhapssheisgoingtosinginhersleep,’saidPeter.’Wendy,singthekindofhouseyouwouldliketohave.’
Immediately,withoutopeninghereyes,Wendybegantosing:
’IwishIhadaprettyhouse,
Thelittlesteverseen,
Withfunnylittleredwalls
Androofofmossygreen.
