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her as quite delightful. She poured out questions about them, to his surprise, for they were rather a nuisance to him, getting in his way and so on, and indeed he sometimes had to give them a hiding. Still, he liked them on the whole, and he told her about the beginning of fairies. You see, Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. Tedious talk this, but being a stay-at-home she liked it. And so, he went on good-naturedly, there ought to be one fairy for every boy and girl. Ought to be? Isnt there? No. You see, children know such a lot now, they soon dont believe in fairies, and every time a child says, I dont believe in fairies, there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead. Really, he thought they had now talked enough about fairies, and it struck him that Tinker Bell was keeping very quiet. I cant think where she has gone to, he said, rising, and he called Tink by name. Wendys heart went flutter with a sudden thrill. Peter, she cried, clutching him, you dont mean to tell me that there is a fairy in this room! She was here just now, he said a little impatiently. You dont hear her, do you? and they both listened. The only sound I hear, said Wendy, is like a tinkle of bells. Well, thats Tink, thats the fairy language. I think I hear her too. The sound came from the chest of drawers, and Peter made a merry face. No one could ever look quite so merry as Peter, and the loveliest of gurgles was his laugh. He had his first laugh still. Wendy, he whispered gleefully, I do believe I shut her up in the drawer! He let poor Tink out of the drawer, and she flew about the nursery screaming with fury. You shouldnt say such things, Peter retorted. Of course Im very sorry, but how could I know you were in the drawer? Wendy was not listening to him. O Peter, she cried, if she would only stand still and let me see her! They hardly ever stand still, he said, but for one moment Wendy saw the romantic figure come to rest on the cuckoo clock. O the lovely! she cried, though Tinks face was still distorted with passion. Tink, said Peter amiably, this lady says she wishes you were her fairy. Tinker Bell answered insolently. What does she say, Peter? He had to translate. She is not very polite. She says you are a great ugly girl, and that she is my fairy. He tried to argue with Tink. You know you cant be my fairy, Tink, because I am a gentleman and you are a lady. To this Tink replied in these words, You silly ass, and disappeared into the bathroom. She is quite a common fairy, Peter explained apologetically; she is called Tinker Bell because she mends the pots and kettles. They were together in the armchair by this time, and Wendy plied him with more questions. |
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