She was a tidy child . She explained in quite a matter-of-fact way that she thought Peter sometimes came to the nursery in the night and sat on the foot of her bed and played on his pipes to her . Unfortunately she never woke , so she did n't know how she knew , she just knew . `` What nonsense you talk , precious . No one can get into the house without knocking . '' `` I think he comes in by the window , '' she said . `` My love , it is three floors up . '' `` Were not the leaves at the foot of the window , mother ? '' It was quite true ; the leaves had been found very near the window . Mrs. Darling did not know what to think , for it all seemed so natural to Wendy that you could not dismiss it by saying she had been dreaming . `` My child , '' the mother cried , `` why did you not tell me of this before ? '' `` I forgot , '' said Wendy lightly . She was in a hurry to get her breakfast . Oh , surely she must have been dreaming . But , on the other hand , there were the leaves . Mrs. Darling examined them very carefully ; they were skeleton leaves , but she was sure they did not come from any tree that grew in England . She crawled about the floor , peering at it with a candle for marks of a strange foot . She rattled the poker up the chimney and tapped the walls . She let down a tape from the window to the pavement , and it was a sheer drop of thirty feet , without so much as a spout to climb up by . Certainly Wendy had been dreaming .
But Wendy had not been dreaming , as the very next XXXXX showed , the night on which the extraordinary adventures of these children may be said to have begun .
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