If he thought at all , but I do n't believe he ever thought , it was that he and his shadow , when brought near each other , would join like drops of water ; and when they did not he was appalled . He tried to stick it on with soap from the bathroom , but that also failed . A shudder passed through Peter , and he sat on the floor and cried . His sobs woke Wendy , and she sat up in bed . She was not alarmed to see a stranger crying on the nursery floor ; she was only pleasantly interested . ` Boy , ' she said courteously , ` why are you crying ? ' Peter could be exceedingly polite also , having learned the grand manner at fairy ceremonies , and he rose and bowed to her beautifully . She was much pleased , and bowed beautifully to him from the bed . ` What 's your name ? ' he asked . ` Wendy Moira Angela Darling , ' she replied with some satisfaction . ` What is your name ? ' ` Peter Pan . ' She was already sure that he must be Peter , but it did seem a comparatively short name . ` Is that all ? ' ` Yes , ' he said rather sharply . He felt for the first time that it was a shortish name . ` I 'm so sorry , ' said Wendy Moira Angela . ` It does n't matter , ' Peter gulped . She asked where he lived .
` Second to the right , ' said XXXXX , ` and then straight on till morning . '
Angela Boy Darling Pan Peter Wendy bed first floor stranger