That was the story , and they were as pleased with it as the fair narrator herself . Everything just as it should be , you see . Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world , which is what children are , but so attractive ; and we have an entirely selfish time ; and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it , confident that we shall be embraced instead of smacked . So great indeed was their faith in a mother 's love that they felt they could afford to be callous for a bit longer . But there was one there who knew better ; and when Wendy finished he uttered a hollow groan . ` What is it , Peter ? ' she cried , running to him , thinking he was ill . She felt him solicitously , lower down than his chest . ` Where is it , Peter ? ' ` It is n't that kind of pain , ' Peter replied darkly . ` Then what kind is it ? ' ` Wendy , you are wrong about mothers . ' They all gathered round him in affright , so alarming was his agitation ; and with a fine candour he told them what he had hitherto concealed . ` Long ago , ' he said , ' I thought like you that my mother would always keep the window open for me ; so I stayed away for moons and moons and moons , and then flew back ; but the window was barred , for mother had forgotten all about me , and there was another little boy sleeping in my bed . ' I am not sure that this was true , but Peter thought it was true ; and it scared them . ` Are you sure mothers are like that ? ' ` Yes . ' So this was the truth about mothers . The toads ! Still it is best to be careful ; and no one knows so quickly as a child when he should give in .
` XXXXX , let us go home , ' cried John and Michael together .
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