`` Peter , '' shouted another , `` she is moving in her sleep . '' `` Her mouth opens , '' cried a third , looking respectfully into it . `` Oh , lovely ! '' `` Perhaps she is going to sing in her sleep , '' said Peter . `` Wendy , sing the kind of house you would like to have . '' Immediately , without opening her eyes , Wendy began to sing : `` I wish I had a pretty house , The littlest ever seen , With funny little red walls And roof of mossy green . '' They gurgled with joy at this , for by the greatest good luck the branches they had brought were sticky with red sap , and all the ground was carpeted with moss . As they rattled up the little house they broke into song themselves : `` We 've built the little walls and roof And made a lovely door , So tell us , mother Wendy , What are you wanting more ? '' To this she answered greedily : `` Oh , really next I think I 'll have Gay windows all about , With roses peeping in , you know , And babies peeping out . '' With a blow of their fists they made windows , and large yellow leaves were the blinds . But roses -- ? `` Roses , '' cried Peter sternly . Quickly they made-believe to grow the loveliest roses up the walls . Babies ? To prevent Peter ordering babies they hurried into song again : `` We 've made the roses peeping out , The babes are at the door , We can not make ourselves , you know , ` cos we 've been made before . '' Peter , seeing this to be a good idea , at once pretended that it was his own . The house was quite beautiful , and no doubt Wendy was very cosy within , though , of course , they could no longer see her . Peter strode up and down , ordering finishing touches . Nothing escaped his eagle eyes . Just when it seemed absolutely finished : `` There 's no knocker on the door , '' he said .
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