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 .
` Tink , ' said XXXXX amiably , ` this lady says she wishes you were her fairy . '
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