Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.

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.

You [Scots] come of a race of men the very wind of whose name has swept to the ultimate seas.

Some day,' said Smee, 'the clock will run down, and then he'll get you.' Hook wetted his dry lips, 'Aye,' he said, 'that's the fear that haunts me.

In dinner talk it is perhaps allowable to fling any faggot rather than let the fire go out.

Boy, why are you crying?

We should be slower to think that the man at his worst is the real man, and certain that the better we are ourselves the less likely is he to be at his worst in our company. Every time he talks away his own character before us he is signifying contempt for ours.