` No , no , ' he told Wendy decisively ; ` perhaps she would say I was old , and I just want always to be a little boy and to have fun . ' ` But , Peter -- ' ` No . ' And so the others had to be told . ` Peter is n't coming . ' Peter not coming ! They gazed blankly at him , their sticks over their backs , and on each stick a bundle . Their first thought was that if Peter was not going he had probably changed his mind about letting them go . But he was far too proud for that . ` If you find your mothers , ' he said darkly , ' I hope you will like them . ' The awful cynicism of this made an uncomfortable impression , and most of them began to look rather doubtful . After all , their faces said , were they not noodles to want to go ? ` Now then , ' cried Peter , ` no fuss , no blubbering ; good-bye , Wendy ' ; and he held out his hand cheerily , quite as if they must really go now , for he had something important to do . She had to take his hand , as there was no indication that he would prefer a thimble . ` You will remember about changing your flannels , Peter ? ' she said , lingering over him . She was always so particular about their flannels . ` Yes . ' ` And you will take your medicine ? ' ` Yes . ' That seemed to be everything ; and an awkward pause followed .
XXXXX , however , was not the kind that breaks down before people .
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