I suppose it was all especially entrancing to Wendy , because those rampagious boys of hers gave her so much to do . Really there were whole weeks when , except perhaps with a stocking in the evening , she was never above ground . The cooking , I can tell you , kept her nose to the pot , and even if there was nothing in it , even if there was no pot , she had to keep watching that it came aboil just the same . You never exactly knew whether there would be a real meal or just a make-believe , it all depended upon Peter 's whim : he could eat , really eat , if it was part of a game , but he could not stodge -LSB- cram down the food -RSB- just to feel stodgy -LSB- stuffed with food -RSB- , which is what most children like better than anything else ; the next best thing being to talk about it . Make-believe was so real to him that during a meal of it you could see him getting rounder . Of course it was trying , but you simply had to follow his lead , and if you could prove to him that you were getting loose for your tree he let you stodge . Wendy 's favourite time for sewing and darning was after they had all gone to bed . Then , as she expressed it , she had a breathing time for herself ; and she occupied it in making new things for them , and putting double pieces on the knees , for they were all most frightfully hard on their knees . When she sat down to a basketful of their stockings , every heel with a hole in it , she would fling up her arms and exclaim , `` Oh dear , I am sure I sometimes think spinsters are to be envied ! '' Her face beamed when she exclaimed this . You remember about her pet wolf . Well , it very soon discovered that she had come to the island and it found her out , and they just ran into each other 's arms . After that it followed her about everywhere . As time wore on did she think much about the beloved parents she had left behind her ? This is a difficult question , because it is quite impossible to say how time does wear on in the Neverland , where it is calculated by moons and suns , and there are ever so many more of them than on the mainland . But I am afraid that Wendy did not really worry about her father and mother ; she was absolutely confident that they would always keep the window open for her to fly back by , and this gave her complete ease of mind . What did disturb her at times was that John remembered his parents vaguely only , as people he had once known , while Michael was quite willing to believe that she was really his mother . These things scared her a little , and nobly anxious to do her duty , she tried to fix the old life in their minds by setting them examination papers on it , as like as possible to the ones she used to do at school . The other boys thought this awfully interesting , and insisted on joining , and they made slates for themselves , and sat round the table , writing and thinking hard about the questions she had written on another slate and passed round . They were the most ordinary questions -- `` What was the colour of Mother 's eyes ?
Which was taller , Father or XXXXX ?
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