Chapter 3 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. They 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 the three went out.
There was another light in the room now, a thousand times brighter than
the night-lights, and in the time we have taken to say this, it had been
in all 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 this light by flashing about so quickly, but when it came
to rest for a second you saw it was a fairy, no longer than your hand,
but still growing. It was a girl called Tinker Bell 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 EMBONPOINT.
[plump hourglass figure]
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
Tinker Bell part of the way, and his hand was still messy with the fairy
«Tinker Bell,» he called softly, after making sure that 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
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 ha’pence to the crowd. In a
moment he had recovered his shadow, and in his delight he forgot that he
had shut Tinker Bell up in the drawer.
If he 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
«Boy,» she said courteously, «why are you crying?»
Peter could be exceeding polite also, having learned the grand manner at
fairy 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 Moira Angela Darling,» she replied with some satisfaction. «What
is your name?»
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
«I’m so sorry,» said Wendy Moira 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
«No, it isn’t,» he said.
«I mean,» Wendy said nicely, remembering that 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 he no mother, but he had
not the slightest desire to have one. He thought them very over-rated
persons. Wendy, however, felt at once that she was in the presence of a
«O 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
«It has come off?»
Then Wendy saw the shadow on the floor, looking so draggled, and she was
frightfully sorry for Peter. «How awful!» she said, but she could not
help smiling when she saw that he had been trying to stick it on with
soap. How exactly like a boy!
Fortunately she knew at once what to do. «It must be sewn on,» she said,
just a little patronisingly.
«What’s sewn?» he asked.
«You’re dreadfully ignorant.»
«No, I’m not.»
But she was exulting in his ignorance. «I shall sew it on for you, my
little man,» she said, though he was tall as herself, and she got out
her housewife [sewing bag], and sewed the shadow on to Peter’s foot.
«I daresay it will hurt a little,» she warned him.
«Oh, I shan’t cry,» said Peter, who was already of the opinion that he
had never cried in his life. And he clenched his teeth and did not
cry, and soon his shadow was behaving properly, though still a little
«Perhaps I should have ironed it,» Wendy said thoughtfully, but Peter,
boylike, was indifferent to appearances, and he was now jumping about in
the wildest glee. Alas, he had already forgotten that he owed his bliss
to Wendy. He thought he had attached the shadow himself. «How clever I
am!» he crowed rapturously, «oh, the cleverness of me!»
It is humiliating to have to confess that this conceit of Peter was
one of his most fascinating qualities. To put it with brutal frankness,
there never was a cockier boy.
But for the moment Wendy was shocked. «You conceit [braggart],» she
exclaimed, with frightful sarcasm; «of course I did nothing!»
«You did a little,» Peter said carelessly, and continued to dance.
«A little!» she replied with hauteur [pride]; «if I am no use I can at
least withdraw,» and she sprang in the most dignified way into bed and
covered her face with the blankets.
To induce her to look up he pretended to be going away, and when this
failed he sat on the end of the bed and tapped her gently with his foot.
«Wendy,» he said, «don’t withdraw. I can’t help crowing, Wendy, when
I’m pleased with myself.» Still she would not look up, though she was
listening eagerly. «Wendy,» he continued, in a voice that no woman has
ever yet been able to resist, «Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty
Now Wendy was every inch a woman, though there were not very many
inches, and she peeped out of the bed-clothes.
«Do you really think so, Peter?»
«Yes, I do.»
«I think it’s perfectly sweet of you,» she declared, «and I’ll get up
again,» and she sat with him on the side of the bed. She also said
she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she
meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.
«Surely you know what a kiss is?» she asked, aghast.
«I shall know when you give it to me,» he replied stiffly, and not to
hurt his feeling she gave him a thimble.
«Now,» said he, «shall I give you a kiss?» and she replied with a slight
primness, «If you please.» She made herself rather cheap by inclining
her face toward him, but he merely dropped an acorn button into her
hand, so she slowly returned her face to where it had been before, and
said nicely that she would wear his kiss on the chain around her neck.
It was lucky that she did put it on that chain, for it was afterwards to
save her life.
When people in our set are introduced, it is customary for them to
ask each other’s age, and so Wendy, who always liked to do the correct
thing, asked Peter how old he was. It was not really a happy question to
ask him; it was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what
you want to be asked is Kings of England.
«I don’t know,» he replied uneasily, «but I am quite young.» He really
knew nothing about it, he had merely suspicions, but he said at a
venture, «Wendy, I ran away the day I was born.»
Wendy was quite surprised, but interested; and she indicated in the
charming drawing-room manner, by a touch on her night-gown, that he
could sit nearer her.
«It was because I heard father and mother,» he explained in a low
voice, «talking about what I was to be when I became a man.» He was
extraordinarily agitated now. «I don’t want ever to be a man,» he said
with passion. «I want always to be a little boy and to have fun. So
I ran away to Kensington Gardens and lived a long long time among the
She gave him a look of the most intense admiration, and he thought it
was because he had run away, but it was really because he knew fairies.
Wendy had lived such a home life that to know fairies struck 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 [spanking]. 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? Isn’t there?»
«No. You see children know such a lot now, they soon don’t believe in
fairies, and every time a child says, ‘I don’t 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 can’t think where
she has gone to,» he said, rising, and he called Tink by name. Wendy’s
heart went flutter with a sudden thrill.
«Peter,» she cried, clutching him, «you don’t mean to tell me that there
is a fairy in this room!»
«She was here just now,» he said a little impatiently. «You don’t hear
her, do you?» and they both listened.
«The only sound I hear,» said Wendy, «is like a tinkle of bells.»
«Well, that’s Tink, that’s the fairy language. I think I hear her too.»
The sound come 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
He let poor Tink out of the drawer, and she flew about the nursery
screaming with fury. «You shouldn’t say such things,» Peter retorted.
«Of course I’m 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 Tink’s face was still distorted with passion.
«Tink,» said Peter amiably, «this lady says she wishes you were her
Tinker Bell answered insolently.
«What does she say, Peter?»
He had to translate. «She is not very polite. She says you are a great
[huge] ugly girl, and that she is my fairy.»
He tried to argue with Tink. «You know you can’t be my fairy, Tink,
because I am an 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 [tinker = tin worker].» [Similar to «cinder» plus «elle» to
They were together in the armchair by this time, and Wendy plied him
with more questions.
«If you don’t live in Kensington Gardens now–»
«Sometimes I do still.»
«But where do you live mostly now?»
«With the lost boys.»
«Who are they?»
«They are the children who fall out of their perambulators when the
nurse is looking the other way. If they are not claimed in seven
days they are sent far away to the Neverland to defray expenses. I’m
«What fun it must be!»
«Yes,» said cunning Peter, «but we are rather lonely. You see we have no
«Are none of the others girls?»
«Oh, no; girls, you know, are much too clever to fall out of their
This flattered Wendy immensely. «I think,» she said, «it is perfectly
lovely the way you talk about girls; John there just despises us.»
For reply Peter rose and kicked John out of bed, blankets and all; one
kick. This seemed to Wendy rather forward for a first meeting, and she
told him with spirit that he was not captain in her house. However,
John continued to sleep so placidly on the floor that she allowed him
to remain there. «And I know you meant to be kind,» she said, relenting,
«so you may give me a kiss.»
For the moment she had forgotten his ignorance about kisses. «I thought
you would want it back,» he said a little bitterly, and offered to
return her the thimble.
«Oh dear,» said the nice Wendy, «I don’t mean a kiss, I mean a thimble.»
«It’s like this.» She kissed him.
«Funny!» said Peter gravely. «Now shall I give you a thimble?»
«If you wish to,» said Wendy, keeping her head erect this time.
Peter thimbled her, and almost immediately she screeched. «What is it,
«It was exactly as if someone were pulling my hair.»
«That must have been Tink. I never knew her so naughty before.»
And indeed Tink was darting about again, using offensive language.
«She says she will do that to you, Wendy, every time I give you a
Again Tink replied, «You silly ass.» Peter could not understand why,
but Wendy understood, and she was just slightly disappointed when he
admitted that he came to the nursery window not to see her but to listen
«You see, I don’t know any stories. None of the lost boys knows any
«How perfectly awful,» Wendy said.
«Do you know,» Peter asked «why swallows build in the eaves of houses?
It is to listen to the stories. O Wendy, your mother was telling you
such a lovely story.»
«Which story was it?»
«About the prince who couldn’t find the lady who wore the glass
«Peter,» said Wendy excitedly, «that was Cinderella, and he found her,
and they lived happily ever after.»
Peter was so glad that he rose from the floor, where they had been
sitting, and hurried to the window.
«Where are you going?» she cried with misgiving.
«To tell the other boys.»
«Don’t go Peter,» she entreated, «I know such lots of stories.»
Those were her precise words, so there can be no denying that it was she
who first tempted him.
He came back, and there was a greedy look in his eyes now which ought to
have alarmed her, but did not.
«Oh, the stories I could tell to the boys!» she cried, and then Peter
gripped her and began to draw her toward the window.
«Let me go!» she ordered him.
«Wendy, do come with me and tell the other boys.»
Of course she was very pleased to be asked, but she said, «Oh dear, I
can’t. Think of mummy! Besides, I can’t fly.»
«I’ll teach you.»
«Oh, how lovely to fly.»
«I’ll teach you how to jump on the wind’s back, and then away we go.»
«Oo!» she exclaimed rapturously.
«Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be
flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.»
«And, Wendy, there are mermaids.»
«Mermaids! With tails?»
«Such long tails.»
«Oh,» cried Wendy, «to see a mermaid!»
He had become frightfully cunning. «Wendy,» he said, «how we should all
She was wriggling her body in distress. It was quite as if she were
trying to remain on the nursery floor.
But he had no pity for her.
«Wendy,» he said, the sly one, «you could tuck us in at night.»
«None of us has ever been tucked in at night.»
«Oo,» and her arms went out to him.
«And you could darn our clothes, and make pockets for us. None of us has
How could she resist. «Of course it’s awfully fascinating!» she cried.
«Peter, would you teach John and Michael to fly too?»
«If you like,» he said indifferently, and she ran to John and Michael
and shook them. «Wake up,» she cried, «Peter Pan has come and he is to
teach us to fly.»
John rubbed his eyes. «Then I shall get up,» he said. Of course he was
on the floor already. «Hallo,» he said, «I am up!»
Michael was up by this time also, looking as sharp as a knife with six
blades and a saw, but Peter suddenly signed silence. Their faces assumed
the awful craftiness of children listening for sounds from the grown-up
world. All was as still as salt. Then everything was right. No, stop!
Everything was wrong. Nana, who had been barking distressfully all the
evening, was quiet now. It was her silence they had heard.
«Out with the light! Hide! Quick!» cried John, taking command for the
only time throughout the whole adventure. And thus when Liza entered,
holding Nana, the nursery seemed quite its old self, very dark, and
you would have sworn you heard its three wicked inmates breathing
angelically as they slept. They were really doing it artfully from
behind the window curtains.
Liza was in a bad temper, for she was mixing the Christmas puddings in
the kitchen, and had been drawn from them, with a raisin still on her
cheek, by Nana’s absurd suspicions. She thought the best way of getting
a little quiet was to take Nana to the nursery for a moment, but in
custody of course.
«There, you suspicious brute,» she said, not sorry that Nana was in
disgrace. «They are perfectly safe, aren’t they? Every one of the little
angels sound asleep in bed. Listen to their gentle breathing.»
Here Michael, encouraged by his success, breathed so loudly that they
were nearly detected. Nana knew that kind of breathing, and she tried to
drag herself out of Liza’s clutches.
But Liza was dense. «No more of it, Nana,» she said sternly, pulling
her out of the room. «I warn you if bark again I shall go straight for
master and missus and bring them home from the party, and then, oh,
won’t master whip you, just.»
She tied the unhappy dog up again, but do you think Nana ceased to bark?
Bring master and missus home from the party! Why, that was just what she
wanted. Do you think she cared whether she was whipped so long as her
charges were safe? Unfortunately Liza returned to her puddings, and
Nana, seeing that no help would come from her, strained and strained at
the chain until at last she broke it. In another moment she had burst
into the dining-room of 27 and flung up her paws to heaven, her most
expressive way of making a communication. Mr. and Mrs. Darling knew at
once that something terrible was happening in their nursery, and without
a good-bye to their hostess they rushed into the street.
But it was now ten minutes since three scoundrels had been breathing
behind the curtains, and Peter Pan can do a great deal in ten minutes.
We now return to the nursery.
«It’s all right,» John announced, emerging from his hiding-place. «I
say, Peter, can you really fly?»
Instead of troubling to answer him Peter flew around the room, taking
the mantelpiece on the way.
«How topping!» said John and Michael.
«How sweet!» cried Wendy.
«Yes, I’m sweet, oh, I am sweet!» said Peter, forgetting his manners
It looked delightfully easy, and they tried it first from the floor and
then from the beds, but they always went down instead of up.
«I say, how do you do it?» asked John, rubbing his knee. He was quite a
«You just think lovely wonderful thoughts,» Peter explained, «and they
lift you up in the air.»
He showed them again.
«You’re so nippy at it,» John said, «couldn’t you do it very slowly
Peter did it both slowly and quickly. «I’ve got it now, Wendy!» cried
John, but soon he found he had not. Not one of them could fly an inch,
though even Michael was in words of two syllables, and Peter did not
know A from Z.
Of course Peter had been trifling with them, for no one can fly unless
the fairy dust has been blown on him. Fortunately, as we have mentioned,
one of his hands was messy with it, and he blew some on each of them,
with the most superb results.
«Now just wiggle your shoulders this way,» he said, «and let go.»
They were all on their beds, and gallant Michael let go first. He did
not quite mean to let go, but he did it, and immediately he was borne
across the room.
«I flewed!» he screamed while still in mid-air.
John let go and met Wendy near the bathroom.
«Look at me!»
«Look at me!»
«Look at me!»
They were not nearly so elegant as Peter, they could not help kicking a
little, but their heads were bobbing against the ceiling, and there is
almost nothing so delicious as that. Peter gave Wendy a hand at first,
but had to desist, Tink was so indignant.
Up and down they went, and round and round. Heavenly was Wendy’s word.
«I say,» cried John, «why shouldn’t we all go out?»
Of course it was to this that Peter had been luring them.
Michael was ready: he wanted to see how long it took him to do a billion
miles. But Wendy hesitated.
«Mermaids!» said Peter again.
«And there are pirates.»
«Pirates,» cried John, seizing his Sunday hat, «let us go at once.»
It was just at this moment that Mr. and Mrs. Darling hurried with Nana
out of 27. They ran into the middle of the street to look up at the
nursery window; and, yes, it was still shut, but the room was ablaze
with light, and most heart-gripping sight of all, they could see in
shadow on the curtain three little figures in night attire circling
round and round, not on the floor but in the air.
Not three figures, four!
In a tremble they opened the street door. Mr. Darling would have rushed
upstairs, but Mrs. Darling signed him to go softly. She even tried to
make her heart go softly.
Will they reach the nursery in time? If so, how delightful for them, and
we shall all breathe a sigh of relief, but there will be no story. On
the other hand, if they are not in time, I solemnly promise that it will
all come right in the end.
They would have reached the nursery in time had it not been that the
little stars were watching them. Once again the stars blew the window
open, and that smallest star of all called out:
Then Peter knew that there was not a moment to lose. «Come,» he cried
imperiously, and soared out at once into the night, followed by John and
Michael and Wendy.
Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The
birds were flown.