Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John's, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingos flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents.

He looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

What is afraid?' asked Peter longingly. He thought it must be some splendid thing. 'I do wish you would teach me how to be afraid, Maimie,' he said.

Ambition it is the last infirmity of noble minds.

Boy, why are you crying?

All are keeping a sharp look-out in front, but none suspects that the danger may be creeping up from behind.

If 'Hamlet' had been written in these days it would probably have been called 'The Strange Affair at Elsinore.