She was as grown up as that . ` What did his crow sound like ? ' Jane asked one evening . ` It was like this , ' Wendy said , trying to imitate Peter 's crow . ` No , it was n't , ' Jane said gravely , ` it was like this ' ; and she did it ever so much better than her mother . Wendy was a little startled . ` My darling , how can you know ? ' ' I often hear it when I am sleeping , ' Jane said . ` Ah yes , many girls hear it when they are sleeping , but I was the only one who heard it awake . ' ` Lucky you , ' said Jane . And then one night came the tragedy . It was the spring of the year , and the story had been told for the night , and Jane was now asleep in her bed . Wendy was sitting on the floor , very close to the fire , so as to see to darn , for there was no other light in the nursery ; and while she sat darning she heard a crow . Then the window blew open as of old , and Peter dropped on the floor . He was exactly the same as ever , and Wendy saw at once that he still had all his first teeth . He was a little boy , and she was grown up . She huddled by the fire not daring to move , helpless and guilty , a big woman . ` Hullo , Wendy , ' he said , not noticing any difference , for he was thinking chiefly of himself ; and in the dim light her white dress might have been the night-gown in which he had seen her first . ` Hullo , Peter , ' she replied faintly , squeezing herself as small as possible . Something inside her was crying ` Woman , woman , let go of me . '
` XXXXX , where is John ? '
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