She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it . Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said . Then he made it out . She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies . Peter flung out his arms . There were no children there , and it was night-time ; but he addressed all who might be dreaming of the Neverland , and who were therefore nearer to him than you think : boys and girls in their nighties , and naked papooses in their baskets hung from trees . ` Do you believe ? ' he cried . Tink sat up in bed almost briskly to listen to her fate . She fancied she heard answers in the affirmative , and then again she was n't sure . ` What do you think ? ' she asked Peter . ` If you believe , ' he shouted to them , ` clap your hands ; do n't let Tink die . ' Many clapped . Some did n't . A few little beasts hissed . The clapping stopped suddenly ; as if countless mothers had rushed to their nurseries to see what on earth was happening ; but already Tink was saved . First her voice grew strong ; then she popped out of bed ; then she was flashing through the room more merry and impudent than ever . She never thought of thanking those who believed , but she would have liked to get at the ones who had hissed . ` And now to rescue Wendy . '
The moon was riding in a cloudy heaven when XXXXX rose from his tree , begirt with weapons and wearing little else , to set out upon his perilous quest .
First Neverland Peter Tink Wendy arms girls nighties nurseries papooses