Peter Pan
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Chapter Three Come away. Come away for a moment after. Mr and mrs Darling left the house. The night lights! By the beds of the three Children continued to burn clearly. There were awfully nice little night lights, and one cannot help wishing that they could have kept awake to see Peter! But Wendy's light blinked and gave such a yawn that the other two yawned also, and before they could close their mouths all three went out. There was another light in the room now, 1000 times brighter than the night lights. And in the time we have taken to say this, it had been in the drawers in the nursery looking for Peter's shadow, rummaged the wardrobe and turned every pocket inside out. It was not really a light. It made the light by flashing about so quickly, but when it came to rest for a second you saw it was a fairy. It was a girl called Tinkerbell, exquisitely gowned in a skeleton leaf cut low and square, through which her figure could be seen to the best advantage. She was slightly inclined to be in bomb point a moment after the fairy's 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 Tinker bell. He called softly after making sure the Children were asleep. Tink! 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 of golden bells! Answered him. It was 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 had thought at 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 not be exceeding polite also, having learned the grand manner of very ceremonies, and he rose and bowed to her beautifully. She was much pleased, and bowed beautifully to him from the bed. What's your name? He asked. Wendy, mora, Angela Darling! She replied, with some satisfaction. What's your name, Peter Pan? She was already sure 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 the shortest name. I'm so sorry, said Wendy, Moira Angela. It doesn't matter Peter Gold? 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 she was hostess. Is that what they put on the letters? He wished she had not mentioned letters. Don't get any letters, he said contemptuously. But your mother gets letters. Don't have a mother, he said. Not only had no mother, but he had not the slightest desire to have one