` You 're so nippy at it , ' John said ; ` could n't you do it very slowly once ? ' Peter did it both slowly and quickly . ` I 've got it now , Wendy ! ' cried John , but soon he found he had not . Not one of them could fly an inch , though even Michael was in words of two syllables , and Peter did not know A from Z. Of course Peter had been trifling with them , for no one can fly unless the fairy dust has been blown on him . Fortunately , as we have mentioned , one of his hands was messy with it , and he blew some on each of them , with the most superb results . ` Now just wriggle your shoulders this way , ' he said , ` and let go . ' They were all on their beds , and gallant Michael let go first . He did not quite mean to let go , but he did it , and immediately he was borne across the room . ' I flewed ! ' he screamed while still in mid-air . John let go and met Wendy near the bathroom . ` Oh , lovely ! ' ` Oh , ripping ! ' ` Look at me ! ' ` Look at me ! ' ` Look at me ! ' They were not nearly so elegant as Peter , they could not help kicking a little , but their heads were bobbing against the ceiling , and there is almost nothing so delicious as that . Peter gave Wendy a hand at first , but had to desist , Tink was so indignant . Up and down they went , and round and round .
Heavenly was XXXXX 's word . '
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