`` Oh yes , Tinker Bell will tell you , '' Wendy retorted scornfully . `` She is an abandoned little creature . '' Here Tink , who was in her bedroom , eavesdropping , squeaked out something impudent . `` She says she glories in being abandoned , '' Peter interpreted . He had a sudden idea . `` Perhaps Tink wants to be my mother ? '' `` 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 XXXXX 's good-night story !
Peter Tink Tinker Wendy eavesdropping hour minutes night night-gowns witting