` And they were ours , ours , and now they are gone . ' The romp had ended with the appearance of Nana , and most unluckily Mr. Darling collided against her , covering his trousers with hairs . They were not only new trousers , but they were the first he had ever had with braid on them , and he had to bite his lip to prevent the tears coming . Of course Mrs. Darling brushed him , but he began to talk again about its being a mistake to have a dog for a nurse . ` George , Nana is a treasure . ' ` No doubt , but I have an uneasy feeling at times that she looks upon the children as puppies . ' ` Oh no , dear one , I feel sure she knows they have souls . ' ' I wonder , ' Mr. Darling said thoughtfully , ' I wonder . ' It was an opportunity , his wife felt , for telling him about the boy . At first he pooh-poohed the story , but he became thoughtful when she showed him the shadow . ` It is nobody I know , ' he said , examining it carefully , ` but he does look a scoundrel . ' ` We were still discussing it , you remember , ' says Mr. Darling , ` when Nana came in with Michael 's medicine . You will never carry the bottle in your mouth again , Nana , and it is all my fault . Strong man though he was , there is no doubt that he had behaved rather foolishly over the medicine . If he had a weakness , it was for thinking that all his life he had taken medicine boldly ; and so now , when Michael dodged the spoon in Nana 's mouth , he had said reprovingly , ` Be a man , Michael . ' ` Wo n't ; wo n't , ' Michael cried naughtily . Mrs. Darling left the room to get a chocolate for him , and Mr. Darling thought this showed want of firmness . ` Mother , do n't pamper him , ' he called after her . ` Michael , when I was your age I took medicine without a murmur . I said `` Thank you , kind parents , for giving me bottles to make me well . '' '
He really thought this was true , and Wendy , who was now in her night-gown , believed it also , and she said , to encourage XXXXX , ` That medicine you sometimes take , father , is much nastier , is n't it ? '
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