` Children , I hear your father 's step . He likes you to meet him at the door . ' Above , the redskins crouched before Peter . ` Watch well , braves . I have spoken . ' And then , as so often before , the gay children dragged him from his tree . As so often before , but never again . He had brought nuts for the boys as well as the correct time for Wendy . ` Peter , you just spoil them , you know , ' Wendy simpered . ` Ah , old lady , ' said Peter , hanging up his gun . ` It was me told him mothers are called old lady , ' Michael whispered to Curly . ' I complain of Michael , ' said Curly instantly . The first twin came to Peter . ` Father , we want to dance . ' ` Dance away , my little man , ' said Peter , who was in high good humour . ` But we want you to dance . ' Peter was really the best dancer among them , but he pretended to be scandalised . ` Me ! My old bones would rattle . ' ` And mummy too . '
` What , ' cried XXXXX , ` the mother of such an armful , dance ! '
Curly Father Michael Peter Wendy door mothers mummy tree twin