`` I think he comes in by the window , '' she said . `` My love , it is three floors up . '' `` Were not the leaves at the foot of the window , mother ? '' It was quite true ; the leaves had been found very near the window . Mrs. Darling did not know what to think , for it all seemed so natural to Wendy that you could not dismiss it by saying she had been dreaming . `` My child , '' the mother cried , `` why did you not tell me of this before ? '' `` I forgot , '' said Wendy lightly . She was in a hurry to get her breakfast . Oh , surely she must have been dreaming . But , on the other hand , there were the leaves . Mrs. Darling examined them very carefully ; they were skeleton leaves , but she was sure they did not come from any tree that grew in England . She crawled about the floor , peering at it with a candle for marks of a strange foot . She rattled the poker up the chimney and tapped the walls . She let down a tape from the window to the pavement , and it was a sheer drop of thirty feet , without so much as a spout to climb up by . Certainly Wendy had been dreaming . But Wendy had not been dreaming , as the very next night showed , the night on which the extraordinary adventures of these children may be said to have begun . On the night we speak of all the children were once more in bed . It happened to be Nana 's evening off , and Mrs. Darling had bathed them and sung to them till one by one they had let go her hand and slid away into the land of sleep . All were looking so safe and cosy that she smiled at her fears now and sat down tranquilly by the fire to sew . It was something for Michael , who on his birthday was getting into shirts .
The XXXXX was warm , however , and the nursery dimly lit by three night-lights , and presently the sewing lay on Mrs. Darling 's lap .
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