Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams
He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.
Peter: Oh, the cleverness of me. Wendy: Of course, I did nothing... Peter: You did a little. Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.
asleep to rummage in their minds
Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
It was dreadful the way all the three were looking at him, just as if they did not admire him.