Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet, but he never came. "Perhaps he is ill," Michael said. "You know he is never ill." Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying.

Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!

It was dreadful the way all the three were looking at him, just as if they did not admire him.

In 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.

‎"She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.

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.

When ladies used to come to me in dreams, I said, 'Pretty mother, pretty mother.' But when at last she really came, I shot her.