`` Of course it is Saturday night , Peter , '' Wendy said , relenting . `` People of our figure , Wendy ! '' `` But it is only among our own progeny -LSB- children -RSB- . '' `` True , true . '' So they were told they could dance , but they must put on their nighties first . `` Ah , old lady , '' Peter said aside to Wendy , warming himself by the fire and looking down at her as she sat turning a heel , `` there is nothing more pleasant of an evening for you and me when the day 's toil is over than to rest by the fire with the little ones near by . '' `` It is sweet , Peter , is n't it ? '' Wendy said , frightfully gratified . `` Peter , I think Curly has your nose . '' `` Michael takes after you . '' She went to him and put her hand on his shoulder . `` Dear Peter , '' she said , `` with such a large family , of course , I have now passed my best , but you do n't want to -LSB- ex -RSB- change me , do you ? '' `` No , Wendy . '' Certainly he did not want a change , but he looked at her uncomfortably , blinking , you know , like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep . `` Peter , what is it ? '' `` I was just thinking , '' he said , a little scared . `` It is only make-believe , is n't it , that I am their father ? '' `` Oh yes , '' Wendy said primly -LSB- formally and properly -RSB- . `` You see , '' he continued apologetically , `` it would make me seem so old to be their real father . '' `` But they are ours , Peter , yours and mine . ''
`` But not really , XXXXX ? ''
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