` If you wish to , ' said Wendy , keeping her head erect this time . Peter thimbled her , and almost immediately she screeched . ` What is it , Wendy ? ' ` It was exactly as if some one were pulling my hair . ' ` That must have been Tink . I never knew her so naughty before . ' And indeed Tink was darting about again , using offensive language . ` She says she will do that to you , Wendy , every time I give you a thimble . ' ` But why ? ' ` Why , Tink ? ' Again Tink replied , ` You silly ass . ' Peter could not understand why , but Wendy understood ; and she was just slightly disappointed when he admitted that he came to the nursery window not to see her but to listen to stories . ` You see I do n't know any stories . None of the lost boys know any stories . ' ` How perfectly awful , ' Wendy said . ` Do you know , ' Peter asked , ` why swallows build in the eaves of houses ? It is to listen to the stories . O Wendy , your mother was telling you such a lovely story . ' ` Which story was it ? ' ` About the prince who could n't find the lady who wore the glass slipper . '
` XXXXX , ' said Wendy excitedly , ` that was Cinderella , and he found her , and they lived happy ever after . '
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