`` I complain of Nibs . '' `` Oh dear , oh dear , '' cried Wendy , `` I 'm sure I sometimes think that spinsters are to be envied . '' She told them to clear away , and sat down to her work-basket , a heavy load of stockings and every knee with a hole in it as usual . `` Wendy , '' remonstrated -LSB- scolded -RSB- Michael , `` I 'm too big for a cradle . '' `` I must have somebody in a cradle , '' she said almost tartly , `` and you are the littlest . A cradle is such a nice homely thing to have about a house . '' While she sewed they played around her ; such a group of happy faces and dancing limbs lit up by that romantic fire . It had become a very familiar scene , this , in the home under the ground , but we are looking on it for the last time . There was a step above , and Wendy , you may be sure , was the first to recognize it . `` Children , I hear your father 's step . He likes you to meet him at the door . '' Above , the redskins crouched before Peter . `` Watch well , braves . 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 XXXXX , '' said Curly instantly .
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