If You Cannot Teach Me To Fly,

Wendy," Peter Pan Continued In A Voice That No Woman Has Ever Yet Been Able To Resist, "wendy, One Girl Is More Use Than Twenty Boys.

They Knew In What They Called Their Hearts That One Can Get On Quite Well Without A Mother, And That It Is Only The Mothers Who Think You Can't.

A Moment After The Fairy's Entrance The Window Was Blown Open By The Breathing Of The Little Stars, And Peter Dropped In.

Can Anything Harm Us, Mother, After The Night-lights Are Lit?" Nothing, Precious," She Said; "they Are The Eyes A Mother Leaves Behind Her To Guard Her Children.

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.