of course they lived at 14 [their house number on their street], and until wendy came her mother was the chief one. she was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling east, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.