...it Was Like An Examination Paper That

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.

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.

She Was A Lovely Lady, With A Romantic Mind And Such A Sweet Mocking Mouth. Her Romantic Mind Was Like The Tiny Boxes, One Within The Other, That Come From The Puzzling East, However Many You Discover There Is Always One More; And Her Sweet Mocking Mouth Had One Kiss On It That Wendy Could Never Get, Though There It Was, Perfectly Conspicuous In The Right-hand Corner.

It Was Then That Hook Bit Him. Not The Pain Of This But Its Unfairness Was What Dazed Peter. It Made Him Quite Helpless. He Could Only Stare, Horrified. Every Child Is Affected Thus The First Time He Is Treated Unfairly. All He Thinks He Has A Right To When He Comes To You To Be Yours Is Fairness. After You Have Been Unfair To Him He Will Love You Again, But He Will Never Afterwards Be Quite The Same Boy. No One Ever Gets Over The First Unfairness; No One Except Peter.

Don't Have A Mother,' He Said. Not Only Had He No Mother, But He Had Not The Slightest Desire To Have One. He Thought Them Very Over-rated Persons.