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The Little House
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’Thatdoesn’tmatter,’saidPeter,asifheweretheonlypersonpresentwhoknewallaboutit,thoughhewasreallytheonewhoknewleast.’Whatweneedisjustanicemotherlyperson.’
’Ohdear!’Wendysaid,’youseeIfeelthatisexactlywhatIam.’
’Itis,itis,’theyallcried;’wesawitatonce.’
’Verywell,’shesaid,’Iwilldomybest.Comeinsideatonce,younaughtychildren;Iamsureyourfeetaredamp.AndbeforeIputyoutobedIhavejusttimetofinishthestoryofCinderella.’
Intheywent;Idon’tknowhowtherewasroomforthem,butyoucansqueezeverytightintheNeverland.AndthatwasthefirstofthemanyjoyouseveningstheyhadwithWendy.Byandbyshetuckedthemupinthegreatbedinthehomeunderthetrees,butsheherselfsleptthatnightinthelittlehouse,andPeterkeptwatchoutsidewithdrawnsword,forthepiratescouldbeheardcarousingfarawayandthewolveswereontheprowl.Thelittlehouselookedsocosyandsafeinthedarkness,withabrightlightshowingthroughitsblinds,andthechimneysmokingbeautifully,andPeterstandingonguard.Afteratimehefellasleep,andsomeunsteadyfairieshadtoclimboverhimontheirwayhomefromanorgy.Anyoftheotherboysobstructingthefairypathatnighttheywouldhavemischiefed,buttheyjusttweakedPeter’snoseandpassedon.
