`` You silly ass ! '' cried Tinker Bell in a passion . She had said it so often that Wendy needed no translation . `` I almost agree with her , '' Wendy snapped . Fancy Wendy snapping ! But she had been much tried , and she little knew what was to happen before the night was out . If she had known she would not have snapped . None of them knew . Perhaps it was best not to know . Their ignorance gave them one more glad hour ; and as it was to be their last hour on the island , let us rejoice that there were sixty glad minutes in it . They sang and danced in their night-gowns . Such a deliciously creepy song it was , in which they pretended to be frightened at their own shadows , little witting that so soon shadows would close in upon them , from whom they would shrink in real fear . So uproariously gay was the dance , and how they buffeted each other on the bed and out of it ! It was a pillow fight rather than a dance , and when it was finished , the pillows insisted on one bout more , like partners who know that they may never meet again . The stories they told , before it was time for Wendy 's good-night story ! Even Slightly tried to tell a story that night , but the beginning was so fearfully dull that it appalled not only the others but himself , and he said happily : `` Yes , it is a dull beginning . I say , let us pretend that it is the end . '' And then at last they all got into bed for Wendy 's story , the story they loved best , the story Peter hated . Usually when she began to tell this story he left the room or put his hands over his ears ; and possibly if he had done either of those things this time they might all still be on the island . But to-night he remained on his stool ; and we shall see what happened .
Chapter 11 WENDY 'S STORY `` Listen , then , '' said XXXXX , settling down to her story , with Michael at her feet and seven boys in the bed .
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