`` No , '' he answered , pretending indifference , `` I am not going with you , Wendy . '' `` Yes , Peter . '' `` No . '' To show that her departure would leave him unmoved , he skipped up and down the room , playing gaily on his heartless pipes . She had to run about after him , though it was rather undignified . `` To find your mother , '' she coaxed . Now , if Peter had ever quite had a mother , he no longer missed her . He could do very well without one . He had thought them out , and remembered only their bad points . `` No , no , '' he told Wendy decisively ; `` perhaps she would say I was old , and I just want always to be a little boy and to have fun . '' `` But , Peter -- '' `` No . '' And so the others had to be told . `` Peter is n't coming . '' Peter not coming ! They gazed blankly at him , their sticks over their backs , and on each stick a bundle . Their first thought was that if Peter was not going he had probably changed his mind about letting them go . But he was far too proud for that . `` If you find your mothers , '' he said darkly , `` I hope you will like them . '' The awful cynicism of this made an uncomfortable impression , and most of them began to look rather doubtful . After all , their faces said , were they not noodles to want to go ?
`` Now then , '' cried Peter , `` no fuss , no blubbering ; good-bye , XXXXX ; '' and he held out his hand cheerily , quite as if they must really go now , for he had something important to do .
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