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 were gay and innocent and heartless . '' Or perhaps Wendy admits 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 Jane , who now knows the story better than her mother . `` When you saw him sitting on the floor crying , what did you say ? '' `` I sat up in bed and I said , ` Boy , why are you crying ? ' ''
`` Yes , that was it , '' says XXXXX , with a big breath .
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