You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was made from his funny bone.

He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.

Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.

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.

Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always to try to be a little kinder than is necessary?

There could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. He had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be for ever barred.

Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.