` Watch well , braves . I have spoken . ' And then , as so often before , the gay children dragged him from his tree . As so often before , but never again . He had brought nuts for the boys as well as the correct time for Wendy . ` Peter , you just spoil them , you know , ' Wendy simpered . ` Ah , old lady , ' said Peter , hanging up his gun . ` It was me told him mothers are called old lady , ' Michael whispered to Curly . ' I complain of Michael , ' said Curly instantly . The first twin came to Peter . ` Father , we want to dance . ' ` Dance away , my little man , ' said Peter , who was in high good humour . ` But we want you to dance . ' Peter was really the best dancer among them , but he pretended to be scandalised . ` Me ! My old bones would rattle . ' ` And mummy too . ' ` What , ' cried Wendy , ` the mother of such an armful , dance ! ' ` But on a Saturday night , ' Slightly insinuated . It was not really Saturday night , at least it may have been , for they had long lost count of the days ; but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night , and then they did it .
` Of course it is Saturday XXXXX , Peter , ' Wendy said , relenting .
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