`` Very soon . '' `` I do n't want to go to school and learn solemn things , '' he told her passionately . `` I do n't want to be a man . O Wendy 's mother , if I was to wake up and feel there was a beard ! '' `` Peter , '' said Wendy the comforter , `` I should love you in a beard ; '' and Mrs. Darling stretched out her arms to him , but he repulsed her . `` Keep back , lady , no one is going to catch me and make me a man . '' `` But where are you going to live ? '' `` With Tink in the house we built for Wendy . The fairies are to put it high up among the tree tops where they sleep at nights . '' `` How lovely , '' cried Wendy so longingly that Mrs. Darling tightened her grip . `` I thought all the fairies were dead , '' Mrs. Darling said . `` There are always a lot of young ones , '' explained Wendy , who was now quite an authority , `` because you see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born , and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies . They live in nests on the tops of trees ; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls , and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are . '' `` I shall have such fun , '' said Peter , with eye on Wendy . `` It will be rather lonely in the evening , '' she said , `` sitting by the fire . '' `` I shall have Tink . '' `` Tink ca n't go a twentieth part of the way round , '' she reminded him a little tartly . `` Sneaky tell-tale ! '' Tink called out from somewhere round the corner . `` It does n't matter , '' Peter said .
`` O XXXXX , you know it matters . ''
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