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 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 like to get at the ones who had hissed . `` And now to rescue Wendy ! '' The moon was riding in a cloudy heaven when Peter rose from his tree , begirt -LSB- belted -RSB- with weapons and wearing little else , to set out upon his perilous quest .
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