PETER. It is isn’t that kind of pain. Wendy, you are wrong about mothers. I thought like you about the window, so I stayed away for moons and moons, and then I flew back, but the window was barred, for my mother had forgotten all about me and there as another little boy sleeping in my bed. (This is a general damper.) JOHN. Wendy, let us go back! WENDY. Are you sure mothers are like that? PETER. Yes. WENDY. John, Michael! (She clasps them to her.) FIRST TWIN (alarmed). You are not to leave us, Wendy? WENDY. I must. NIBS. Not to-night? WENDY. At once. Perhaps mother is in half-mourning by this time! Peter, will you make the necessary arrangements? (She asks it in the steely tones women adopt when they are prepared secretly for opposition.) PETER (coolly). If you wish it. (He ascends his tree to give the redskins their instructions. The lost boys gather threateningly round WENDY.) CURLY. We won’t let you go! WENDY (with one of those inspirations women have, in an emergency, to make use of some male who need otherwise have no hope). Tootles, I appeal to you. TOOTLES (leaping to his death if necessary). I am just Tootles and nobody minds me, but the first who does not behave to Wendy I will blood him severely. (PETER returns.) PETER (with awful serenity). Wendy, I told the braves to guide you through the wood as flying tires you so. Then Tinker Bell will take you across the sea. (A shrill tinkle from the boudoir probably means ‘and drop her into it.’) NIBS (fingering the curtain which he is not allowed to open). Tink, you are to get up and take Wendy on a journey. (Star-eyed) She says she won’t!
PETER. It is isn’t that kind of pain. Wendy, you are wrong about mothers. I thought like you about the window, so I stayed away for moons and moons, and then I flew back, but the window was barred, for my mother had forgotten all about me and there as another little boy sleeping in my bed. (This is a general damper.) JOHN. Wendy, let us go back! WENDY. Are you sure mothers are like that? PETER. Yes. WENDY. John, Michael! (She clasps them to her.) FIRST TWIN (alarmed). You are not to leave us, Wendy? WENDY. I must. NIBS. Not to-night? WENDY. At once. Perhaps mother is in half-mourning by this time! Peter, will you make the necessary arrangements? (She asks it in the steely tones women adopt when they are prepared secretly for opposition.) PETER (coolly). If you wish it. (He ascends his tree to give the redskins their instructions. The lost boys gather threateningly round WENDY.) CURLY. We won’t let you go! WENDY (with one of those inspirations women have, in an emergency, to make use of some male who need otherwise have no hope). Tootles, I appeal to you. TOOTLES (leaping to his death if necessary). I am just Tootles and nobody minds me, but the first who does not behave to Wendy I will blood him severely. (PETER returns.) PETER (with awful serenity). Wendy, I told the braves to guide you through the wood as flying tires you so. Then Tinker Bell will take you across the sea. (A shrill tinkle from the boudoir probably means ‘and drop her into it.’) NIBS (fingering the curtain which he is not allowed to open). Tink, you are to get up and take Wendy on a journey. (Star-eyed) She says she won’t!
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