Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily.
"I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
She's awfully fond of Wendy,' he said to himself. He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy.
The reason was so simple: 'I'm fond of her too. We can't both have her, lady.
And so when Mrs. Darling went back to the night-nursery to see if her husband was asleep, all the beds were occupied. The children waited for her cry of joy, but it did not come. She saw them, but she did not believe they were there. You see, she saw them in their beds so often in her dreams that she thought this was just the dream hanging around her still.
J.M. BarrieYou won't forget me, Peter, will you, before spring-cleaning time comes?
Of course Peter promised, and then he flew away. He took Mrs. Darling's kiss with him. The kiss that had been for no one else Peter took quite easily. Funny. But she seemd satisfied.
All children, except one, grow up.
J.M. BarrieIn time they could not even fly after their hats. Want of practice, they called it; but what it really meant was that they no longer believed.
J.M. BarrieStars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.
J.M. BarrieYou need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.
J.M. BarrieTags: growing-up
Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.
J.M. BarrieTags: childhood-memory
The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.
J.M. BarrieTags: inspirational faith profound flying wings birds
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