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 , '' Peter retorted . `` Of course I 'm very sorry , but how could I know you were in the drawer ? '' Wendy was not listening to him . `` O Peter , '' she cried , `` if she would only stand still and let me see her ! '' `` They hardly ever stand still , '' he said , but for one moment Wendy saw the romantic figure come to rest on the cuckoo clock . `` O the lovely ! '' she cried , though Tink 's face was still distorted with passion .
`` XXXXX , '' said Peter amiably , `` this lady says she wishes you were her fairy . ''
O Peter Tink Wendy cuckoo first gurgles one sound tinkle