` Wendy , ' remonstrated Michael , ` I 'm too big for a cradle . ' ' I must have somebody in a cradle , ' she said almost tartly , ` and you are the littlest . A cradle is such a nice homely thing to have about a house . ' While she sewed they played around her ; such a group of happy faces and dancing limbs lit up by that romantic fire . It had become a very familiar scene this in the home under the ground , but we are looking on it for the last time . There was a step above , and Wendy , you may be sure , was the first to recognise it . ` Children , I hear your father 's step . He likes you to meet him at the door . ' Above , the redskins crouched before Peter . ` 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 XXXXX , who was in high good humour .
Curly Father Michael Peter Wendy children fire first home scene