`` And so , '' he went on good-naturedly , `` there ought to be one fairy for every boy and girl . '' `` Ought to be ? Is n't there ? '' `` No . You see children know such a lot now , they soon do n't believe in fairies , and every time a child says , ' I do n't believe in fairies , ' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead . '' Really , he thought they had now talked enough about fairies , and it struck him that Tinker Bell was keeping very quiet . `` I ca n't think where she has gone to , '' he said , rising , and he called Tink by name . Wendy 's heart went flutter with a sudden thrill . `` Peter , '' she cried , clutching him , `` you do n't mean to tell me that there is a fairy in this room ! '' `` She was here just now , '' he said a little impatiently . `` You do n't hear her , do you ? '' and they both listened . `` The only sound I hear , '' said Wendy , `` is like a tinkle of bells . '' `` Well , that 's Tink , that 's the fairy language . I think I hear her too . '' The sound came from the chest of drawers , and Peter made a merry face . No one could ever look quite so merry as Peter , and the loveliest of gurgles was his laugh . He had his first laugh still . `` Wendy , '' he whispered gleefully , `` I do believe I shut her up in the drawer ! '' He let poor Tink out of the drawer , and she flew about the nursery screaming with fury .
`` You should n't say such things , '' XXXXX retorted .
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