Outside , the crowd who had accompanied the cab home were still cheering , and he was naturally not unmoved . `` Listen to them , '' he said ; `` it is very gratifying . '' `` Lots of little boys , '' sneered Liza . `` There were several adults to-day , '' he assured her with a faint flush ; but when she tossed her head he had not a word of reproof for her . Social success had not spoilt him ; it had made him sweeter . For some time he sat with his head out of the kennel , talking with Mrs. Darling of this success , and pressing her hand reassuringly when she said she hoped his head would not be turned by it . `` But if I had been a weak man , '' he said . `` Good heavens , if I had been a weak man ! '' `` And , George , '' she said timidly , `` you are as full of remorse as ever , are n't you ? '' `` Full of remorse as ever , dearest ! See my punishment : living in a kennel . '' `` But it is punishment , is n't it , George ? You are sure you are not enjoying it ? '' `` My love ! '' You may be sure she begged his pardon ; and then , feeling drowsy , he curled round in the kennel . `` Wo n't you play me to sleep , '' he asked , `` on the nursery piano ? '' and as she was crossing to the day-nursery he added thoughtlessly , `` And shut that window . I feel a draught . '' `` O George , never ask me to do that . The window must always be left open for them , always , always . ''
Now it was his turn to beg her pardon ; and she went into the XXXXX and played , and soon he was asleep ; and while he slept , Wendy and John and Michael flew into the room .
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