Wendy: Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient! Peter: How am I deficient? Wendy: You're just a boy.

She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.

Would you like an adventure now, or would you like to have your tea first?

There are, I dare say, many lovers who would never have been drawn to each other had they met for the first time, as, say, they met the second time.

What a polite game tennis is. The chief word in it seems to be "sorry" and admiration of each other's play crosses the net as frequently as the ball.

Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown

On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.