Пітер Пен у Кенсінгтонському Саді

           Hewasquiteunawarealreadythathehadeverbeenhuman,andthoughthewasabird,eveninappearance,justthesameasinhisearlydays,andwhenhetriedtocatchaflyhedidnotunderstandthatthereasonhemisseditwasbecausehehadattemptedtoseizeitwithhishand,which,ofcourse,abirdneverdoes.Hesaw,however,thatitmustbepastLock-outTime,fortherewereagoodmanyfairiesabout,alltoobusytonoticehim;theyweregettingbreakfastready,milkingtheircows,drawingwater,andsoon,andthesightofthewater-pailsmadehimthirsty,soheflewovertotheRoundPondtohaveadrink.Hestoopedanddippedhisbeakinthepond;hethoughtitwashisbeak,but,ofcourse,itwasonlyhisnose,andtherefore,verylittlewatercameup,andthatnotsorefreshingasusual,sonexthetriedapuddleandhefellflopintoit.Whenarealbirdfallsinflop,hespreadsouthisfeathersandpecksthemdry,butPetercouldnotrememberwhatwasthethingtodo,andhedecidedrathersulkilytogotosleepontheweeping-beechintheBabyWalk.

           Atfirsthefoundsomedifficultyinbalancinghimselfonabranch,butpresentlyherememberedtheway,andfellasleep.Heawokelongbeforemorning,shivering,andsayingtohimself,’Ineverwasoutonsuchacoldnight’;hehadreallybeenoutoncoldernightswhenhewasabird,but,ofcourse,aseverybodyknows,whatseemsawarmnighttoabirdisacoldnighttoaboyinanightgown.Peteralsofeltstrangelyuncomfortable,asifhisheadwasstuffy;heheardloudnoisesthatmadehimlookroundsharply,thoughtheywerereallyhimselfsneezing.Therewassomethinghewantedverymuch,but,thoughheknewhewantedit,hecouldnotthinkwhatitwas.