`` Wake up , '' she cried , `` Peter Pan has come and he is to teach us to fly . '' John rubbed his eyes . `` Then I shall get up , '' he said . Of course he was on the floor already . `` Hallo , '' he said , `` I am up ! '' Michael was up by this time also , looking as sharp as a knife with six blades and a saw , but Peter suddenly signed silence . Their faces assumed the awful craftiness of children listening for sounds from the grown-up world . All was as still as salt . Then everything was right . No , stop ! Everything was wrong . Nana , who had been barking distressfully all the evening , was quiet now . It was her silence they had heard . `` Out with the light ! Hide ! Quick ! '' cried John , taking command for the only time throughout the whole adventure . And thus when Liza entered , holding Nana , the nursery seemed quite its old self , very dark , and you would have sworn you heard its three wicked inmates breathing angelically as they slept . They were really doing it artfully from behind the window curtains . Liza was in a bad temper , for she was mixing the Christmas puddings in the kitchen , and had been drawn from them , with a raisin still on her cheek , by Nana 's absurd suspicions .
She thought the best way of getting a little quiet was to take XXXXX to the nursery for a moment , but in custody of course .
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