I have spoken . '' And then , as so often before , the gay children dragged him from his tree . As so often before , but never again . He had brought nuts for the boys as well as the correct time for Wendy . `` Peter , you just spoil them , you know , '' Wendy simpered -LSB- exaggerated a smile -RSB- . `` Ah , old lady , '' said Peter , hanging up his gun . `` It was me told him mothers are called old lady , '' Michael whispered to Curly . `` I complain of Michael , '' said Curly instantly . The first twin came to Peter . `` Father , we want to dance . '' `` Dance away , my little man , '' said Peter , who was in high good humour . `` But we want you to dance . '' Peter was really the best dancer among them , but he pretended to be scandalised . `` Me ! My old bones would rattle ! '' `` And mummy too . '' `` What , '' cried Wendy , `` the mother of such an armful , dance ! '' `` But on a Saturday night , '' Slightly insinuated . It was not really Saturday night , at least it may have been , for they had long lost count of the days ; but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night , and then they did it . `` Of course it is Saturday night , Peter , '' Wendy said , relenting .
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