They would sit there in the empty nursery , recalling fondly every smallest detail of that dreadful evening . It had begun so uneventfully , so precisely like a hundred other evenings , with Nana putting on the water for Michael 's bath and carrying him to it on her back . ' I wo n't go to bed , ' he had shouted , like one who still believed that he had the last word on the subject , ' I wo n't , I wo n't . Nana , it is n't six o'clock yet . Oh dear , oh dear , I sha n't love you any more , Nana . I tell you I wo n't be bathed , I wo n't , I wo n't ! ' Then Mrs. Darling had come in , wearing her white evening-gown . She had dressed early because Wendy so loved to see her in her evening-gown , with the necklace George had given her . She was wearing Wendy 's bracelet on her arm ; she had asked for the loan of it . Wendy so loved to lend her bracelet to her mother . She had found her two older children playing at being herself and father on the occasion of Wendy 's birth , and John was saying : ' I am happy to inform you , Mrs. Darling , that you are now a mother , ' in just such a tone as Mr. Darling himself may have used on the real occasion . Wendy had danced with joy , just as the real Mrs. Darling must have done . Then John was born , with the extra pomp that he conceived due to the birth of a male , and Michael came from his bath to ask to be born also , but John said brutally that they did not want any more . Michael had nearly cried . ` Nobody wants me , ' he said , and of course the lady in evening-dress could not stand that . ' I do , ' she said , ' I so want a third child . ' ` Boy or girl ? ' asked Michael , not too hopefully . ` Boy . ' Then he had leapt into her arms .
Such a little thing for Mr. and Mrs. Darling and XXXXX to recall now , but not so little if that was to be Michael 's last night in the nursery .
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