Of course this was a pity ; but whatever Mr. Darling did he had to do in excess , otherwise he soon gave up doing it . And there never was a more humble man than the once proud George Darling , as he sat in the kennel of an evening talking with his wife of their children and all their pretty ways . Very touching was his deference to Nana . He would not let her come into the kennel , but on all other matters he followed her wishes implicitly . Every morning the kennel was carried with Mr. Darling in it to a cab , which conveyed him to his office , and he returned home in the same way at six . Something of the strength of character of the man will be seen if we remember how sensitive he was to the opinion of neighbours : this man whose every movement now attracted surprised attention . Inwardly he must have suffered torture ; but he preserved a calm exterior even when the young criticised his little home , and he always lifted his hat courteously to any lady who looked inside . It may have been Quixotic , but it was magnificent . Soon the inward meaning of it leaked out , and the great heart of the public was touched . Crowds followed the cab , cheering it lustily ; charming girls scaled it to get his autograph ; interviews appeared in the better class of papers , and society invited him to dinner and added , `` Do come in the kennel . '' On that eventful Thursday week , Mrs. Darling was in the night-nursery awaiting George 's return home ; a very sad-eyed woman . Now that we look at her closely and remember the gaiety of her in the old days , all gone now just because she has lost her babes , I find I wo n't be able to say nasty things about her after all . If she was too fond of her rubbishy children , she could n't help it . Look at her in her chair , where she has fallen asleep . The corner of her mouth , where one looks first , is almost withered up . Her hand moves restlessly on her breast as if she had a pain there . Some like Peter best , and some like Wendy best , but I like her best . Suppose , to make her happy , we whisper to her in her sleep that the brats are coming back . They are really within two miles of the window now , and flying strong , but all we need whisper is that they are on the way . Let 's .
It is a pity we did it , for she has started up , calling their names ; and there is no one in the room but XXXXX .
Darling Nana Peter Wendy brats days evening first morning torture