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 , Wendy ; '' and he held out his hand cheerily , quite as if they must really go now , for he had something important to do . She had to take his hand , and there was no indication that he would prefer a thimble . `` You will remember about changing your flannels , Peter ? '' she said , lingering over him . She was always so particular about their flannels . `` Yes . '' `` And you will take your medicine ? '' `` Yes . '' That seemed to be everything , and an awkward pause followed . Peter , however , was not the kind that breaks down before other people . `` Are you ready , Tinker Bell ? '' he called out . `` Ay , ay . '' `` Then lead the way . '' Tink darted up the nearest tree ; but no one followed her , for it was at this moment that the pirates made their dreadful attack upon the redskins . Above , where all had been so still , the air was rent with shrieks and the clash of steel . Below , there was dead silence . Mouths opened and remained open .
XXXXX fell on her knees , but her arms were extended toward Peter .
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