`` That is a long time ago , sweetheart , '' says Wendy . `` Ah me , how time flies ! '' `` Does it fly , '' asks the artful child , `` the way you flew when you were a little girl ? '' `` The way I flew ? 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 XXXXX , `` 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 . ''
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