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The Little House

           HesnatchedthehatoffJohn’shead,knockedoutthebottom,andputthehatontheroof.Thelittlehousewassopleasedtohavesuchacapitalchimneythat,asiftosaythankyou,smokeimmediatelybegantocomeoutofthehat.

           Nowreallyandtrulyitwasfinished.Nothingremainedtodobuttoknock.

           ’Alllookyourbest,’Peterwarnedthem;’firstimpressionsareawfullyimportant.’

           Hewasgladnooneaskedhimwhatfirstimpressionsare;theywerealltoobusylookingtheirbest.

           Heknockedpolitely;andnowthewoodwasasstillasthechildren,notasoundtobeheardexceptfromTinkerBell,whowaswatchingfromabranchandopenlysneering.

           Whattheboyswerewonderingwas,wouldanyoneanswertheknock?Ifalady,whatwouldshebelike?

           Thedooropenedandaladycameout.ItwasWendy.Theyallwhippedofftheirhats.

           Shelookedproperlysurprised,andthiswasjusthowtheyhadhopedshewouldlook.

           ’WhereamI?’shesaid.

           OfcourseSlightlywasthefirsttogethiswordin.’Wendylady,’hesaidrapidly,’foryouwebuiltthishouse.’

           ’Oh,sayyou’repleased,’criedNibs.

           ’Lovely,darlinghouse,’Wendysaid,andtheyweretheverywordstheyhadhopedshewouldsay.

           ’Andweareyourchildren,’criedthetwins.

           Thenallwentontheirknees,andholdingouttheirarmscried,’OWendylady,beourmother.’

           ’OughtI?’Wendysaid,allshining.’Ofcourseit’sfrightfullyfascinating,butyouseeIamonlyalittlegirl.Ihavenorealexperience

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