Пітер Пен у Кенсінгтонському Саді
Peter Pan
’Ruffleyourfeathers,’saidthatgrimoldSolomon,andPetertriedmostdesperatelyhardtorufflehisfeathers,buthehadnone.Thenheroseup,quaking,andforthefirsttimesincehestoodonthewindowledge,herememberedaladywhohadbeenveryfondofhim.
’IthinkIshallgobacktomother,’hesaid,timidly.
’Good-bye,’repliedSolomonCawwithaqueerlook.
ButPeterhesitated.’Whydon’tyougo?’theoldoneaskedpolitely.
’Isuppose,’saidPeterhuskily,’IsupposeIcanstillfly?’
Youseehehadlostfaith.
’Poorlittlehalf-and-half!’saidSolomon,whowasnotreallyhard-hearted,’youwillneverbeabletoflyagain,notevenonwindydays.Youmustlivehereontheislandalways.’
’AndneverevengototheKensingtonGardens?’Peteraskedtragically.
’Howcouldyougetacross?’saidSolomon.Hepromisedverykindly,however,toteachPeterasmanyofthebirdwaysascouldbelearnedbyoneofsuchanawkwardshape.
’ThenIshan’tbeexactlyahuman?’Peterasked.
’No.’
’Norexactlyabird?’
