Middle Aged (35-54)
British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)
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Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie. But who is he, my pet? He is Peter Pan. You know, Mother. At first, Mrs Darling did not know. But after thinking back into her childhood, she just remembered a Peter Pan who was said to live with the fairies. There were odd storeys about him as that when Children died, he went part of the way with them so that they should not be frightened. She had believed in him at the time, but now that she was married and full of sense, she quite doubted whether there was any such person. Besides, she said to Wendy, he would be grown up by this time. Oh, no, he hasn't grown up. Wendy is short, her confidently on. He's just my size. She meant that he was her size in both mind and body. She didn't know how she knew it. She just knew it. Mrs. Darling consulted Mr Darling, but he smiled. Oh, mark my words, he said. It's just some nonsense. Nan has been putting into their heads, just the sort of idea a dog would have Leave it alone. It'll blow over, but it would not blow over some leaves of a tree had been found on the nursery floor, which certainly were not there when the Children went to bed on. Mrs Darling was puzzling over them. When Wendy said with a tolerant smile, I do believe it's that Peter again, Whatever do you mean, Wendy, It's so naughty of him. Notto wipe, Wendy said Sign. She was a tidy child, she explained, in quite a matter of fact way that she thought Peter sometimes came to the nursery in the night and sat on the foot of her bed and played on his pipes to her. Unfortunately, she never woke, so she didn't know how she knew. She just knew what nonsense you talk pressures. No one can get into the house without knocking. I think he comes in by the window, she said. My love, it's three floors up. We're not the leaves at the foot of the window, Mother. It was quite true. The leaves had been found very near the window. Mrs. Darling did not know what to think. For it all seems so natural to Wendy that you could not dismiss it by saying she'd been dreaming. My child, the mother cried. Why did you not tell me of this? Before I forgot, said Wendy lightly. She was in a hurry to get her breakfast. Surely she must have been dreaming. But on the other hand, there were the leaves.