` Ah me , how time flies ! ' ` Does it fly , ' asks the artful child , ` the way you flew when you were a little girl ? ' ` The way I flew ! Do you know , Jane , I sometimes wonder whether I ever did really fly . ' ` Yes , you did . ' ` The dear old days when I could fly ! ' ` Why ca n't you fly now , mother ? ' ` Because I am grown up , dearest . When people grow up they forget the way . ' ` Why do they forget the way ? ' ` Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless . It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly . ' ` What is gay and innocent and heartless ? I do wish I was gay and innocent and heartless . ' Or perhaps Wendy admits that she does see something . ' I do believe , ' she says , ` that it is this nursery . ' ' I do believe it is , ' says Jane . ` Go on . ' They are now embarked on the great adventure of the night when Peter flew in looking for his shadow . ` The foolish fellow , ' says Wendy , ` tried to stick it on with soap , and when he could not he cried , and that woke me , and I sewed it on for him . '
` You have missed a bit , ' interrupts XXXXX , who now knows the story better than her mother .
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