`` Oh , do come out of that jug , and tell me , do you know where they put my shadow ? '' The loveliest tinkle as of golden bells answered him . It is the fairy language . You ordinary children can never hear it , but if you were to hear it you would know that you had heard it once before . Tink said that the shadow was in the big box . She meant the chest of drawers , and Peter jumped at the drawers , scattering their contents to the floor with both hands , as kings toss ha ` pence to the crowd . In a moment he had recovered his shadow , and in his delight he forgot that he had shut Tinker Bell up in the drawer . If he thought at all , but I do n't believe he ever thought , it was that he and his shadow , when brought near each other , would join like drops of water , and when they did not he was appalled . He tried to stick it on with soap from the bathroom , but that also failed . A shudder passed through Peter , and he sat on the floor and cried . His sobs woke Wendy , and she sat up in bed . She was not alarmed to see a stranger crying on the nursery floor ; she was only pleasantly interested . `` Boy , '' she said courteously , `` why are you crying ? '' Peter could be exceeding polite also , having learned the grand manner at fairy ceremonies , and he rose and bowed to her beautifully . She was much pleased , and bowed beautifully to him from the bed . `` What 's your name ? '' he asked . `` Wendy Moira Angela Darling , '' she replied with some satisfaction . `` What is your name ? '' `` Peter Pan . ''
She was already sure that he must be XXXXX , but it did seem a comparatively short name .
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