Of course he knew nothing whatever about his mother ; but he sometimes bragged about her . He did not know the tune , which was `` Home , Sweet Home , '' but he knew it was saying , `` Come back , Wendy , Wendy , Wendy '' ; and he cried exultantly , `` You will never see Wendy again , lady , for the window is barred ! '' He peeped in again to see why the music had stopped , and now he saw that Mrs. Darling had laid her head on the box , and that two tears were sitting on her eyes . `` She wants me to unbar the window , '' thought Peter , `` but I wo n't , not I ! '' He peeped again , and the tears were still there , or another two had taken their place . `` She 's awfully fond of Wendy , '' he said to himself . He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy . The reason was so simple : `` I 'm fond of her too . We ca n't both have her , lady . '' But the lady would not make the best of it , and he was unhappy . He ceased to look at her , but even then she would not let go of him . He skipped about and made funny faces , but when he stopped it was just as if she were inside him , knocking . `` Oh , all right , '' he said at last , and gulped . Then he unbarred the window . `` Come on , Tink , '' he cried , with a frightful sneer at the laws of nature ; `` we do n't want any silly mothers ; '' and he flew away . Thus Wendy and John and Michael found the window open for them after all , which of course was more than they deserved . They alighted on the floor , quite unashamed of themselves , and the youngest one had already forgotten his home . `` John , '' he said , looking around him doubtfully , `` I think I have been here before . '' `` Of course you have , you silly . There is your old bed . ''
`` So it is , '' XXXXX said , but not with much conviction .
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