`` No , no , '' he told Wendy decisively ; `` perhaps she would say I was old , and I just want always to be a little boy and to have fun . '' `` But , Peter -- '' `` No . '' And so the others had to be told . `` Peter is n't coming . '' Peter not coming ! They gazed blankly at him , their sticks over their backs , and on each stick a bundle . Their first thought was that if Peter was not going he had probably changed his mind about letting them go . But he was far too proud for that . `` If you find your mothers , '' he said darkly , `` I hope you will like them . '' The awful cynicism of this made an uncomfortable impression , and most of them began to look rather doubtful . After all , their faces said , were they not noodles to want to go ? `` Now then , '' cried Peter , `` no fuss , no blubbering ; good-bye , Wendy ; '' and he held out his hand cheerily , quite as if they must really go now , for he had something important to do . She had to take his hand , and there was no indication that he would prefer a thimble . `` You will remember about changing your flannels , Peter ? '' she said , lingering over him . She was always so particular about their flannels . `` Yes . '' `` And you will take your medicine ? '' `` Yes . '' That seemed to be everything , and an awkward pause followed .
XXXXX , however , was not the kind that breaks down before other people .
Peter Wendy blubbering first impression mind noodles pause something thimble