` 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 . ` People of our figure , Wendy . ' ` But it is only among our own progeny . ' ` True , true . ' So they were told they could dance , but they must put on their nighties first . ` Ah , old lady , ' Peter said aside to Wendy , warming himself by the fire and looking down at her as she sat turning a heel , ` there is nothing more pleasant , of an evening for you and me when the day 's toil is over than to rest by the fire with the little ones near by . '
` It is sweet , XXXXX , is n't it ? '
Father Michael Peter Wendy days evening fire first mummy night