Then she gave Mr. Darling such a look , not an angry look : she showed him the great red tear that makes us so sorry for noble dogs , and crept into her kennel . Mr. Darling was frightfully ashamed of himself , but he would not give in . In a horrid silence Mrs. Darling smelt the bowl . ' O George , ' she said , ` it 's your medicine ! ' ` It was only a joke , ' he roared , while she comforted her boys , and Wendy hugged Nana . ` Much good , ' he said bitterly , ` my wearing myself to the bone trying to be funny in this house . ' And still Wendy hugged Nana . ` That 's right , ' he shouted . ` Coddle her ! Nobody coddles me . Oh dear no ! I am only the breadwinner , why should I be coddled , why , why , why ! ' ` George , ' Mrs. Darling entreated him , ` not so loud ; the servants will hear you . ' Somehow they had got into the way of calling Liza the servants . ` Let them , ' he answered recklessly . ` Bring in the whole world . But I refuse to allow that dog to lord it in my nursery for an hour longer . ' The children wept , and Nana ran to him beseechingly , but he waved her back . He felt he was a strong man again . ` In vain , in vain , ' he cried ; ` the proper place for you is the yard , and there you go to be tied up this instant . '
` George , XXXXX , ' Mrs. Darling whispered , ` remember what I told you about that boy . '
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