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a moment after the fairies entrance, the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in. He had carried Tinkerbell part of the way, and his hand was still messy with the fairy dust Tinkerbell he called softly after making sure that the Children were asleep. I think, Where are you? She was in a jug for the moment, and liking it extremely. She had never been in a jug before. Oh, do come out of that jug and tell me, Do you know where they put my shadow? The loveliest tinkle as of Golden Bells answered him. It is the fairy language. You ordinary Children can never hear it. But if you were to hear it, you would know that you had heard it once before. Tink said that the shadow was in the big box. She meant the chest of drawers, and Peter jumped at the drawers, scattering their contents to the floor with both hands. As kings toss happens to the crowd. In a moment, he had recovered his shadow, and in his delight, he forgot that he had shut Tinkerbell up in the drawer if he thought it all but I don't believe he ever thought it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of water. And when they did not, he was appalled. He tried to stick it on with soap from the bathroom, but that also failed. A shudder passed through Peter, and he sat on the floor and cried. His sobs woke Wendy, and she sat up in bed. She was not alarmed to see a stranger crying on the nursery floor. She was only pleasantly interested. Boy, she said courteously. Why are you crying? Peter could be exceeding polite, also having learned the grand manner at ferry ceremonies, and he rose and bowed to her beautifully. She was much pleased and about beautifully to him from the bed. What's your name? He asked Wendy Mora. Angela Darling. She replied with some satisfaction. What is your name? Peter Pan. She was already sure that he must be Peter, but it did seem a comparatively short name. Is that all? Yes, he said rather sharply. He felt for the first time that it was a shortish name. I'm so sorry, said Wendy More Angela. It doesn't matter, Peter gulped. She asked where he lived. Second to the right, said Peter. And then straight on till morning. What a funny address. Peter had a sinking for the first time. He felt that perhaps it was a funny address. No, it isn't, he said. I mean, Wendy said nicely, remembering that she was the hostess. Is that what they put on the letters? He wished she had not mentioned letters. Don't get any letters, Hey said contemptuously. But your mother gets letters. I don't have a mother, he said. Not only had he no mother, but he had not the slightest desire to have one. He thought them very overrated persons. Wendy, however, felt at once that she was in the presence of a tragedy. Oh, Peter, no wonder you were crying, she said, and got out of bed and ran to him. I wasn't crying about mothers, he said, rather indignantly. I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn't crying. It has come off Yes,