` Hullo , is it a new one ? ' ` Yes . ' ` Boy or girl ? ' ` Girl . ' Now surely he would understand ; but not a bit of it . ` Peter , ' she said , faltering , ` are you expecting me to fly away with you ? ' ` Of course that is why I have come . ' He added a little sternly , ` Have you forgotten that this is spring-cleaning time ? ' She knew it was useless to say that he had let many spring-cleaning times pass . ' I ca n't come , ' she said apologetically , ' I have forgotten how to fly . ' ` I 'll soon teach you again . ' ' O Peter , do n't waste the fairy dust on me . ' She had risen ; and now at last a fear assailed him . ` What is it ? ' he cried , shrinking . ' I will turn up the light , ' she said , ` and then you can see for yourself . ' For almost the only time in his life that I know of , Peter was afraid . ` Do n't turn up the light , ' he cried . She let her hands play in the hair of the tragic boy . She was not a little girl heart-broken about him ; she was a grown woman smiling at it all , but they were wet smiles .
Then she turned up the light , and XXXXX saw .
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