Second Star To The Right And Straight

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.

Why Can't You Fly Now, Mother?" "because I Am Grown Up, Dearest. When People Grow Up They Forget The Way." "why Do They Forget The Way?" "because They Are No Longer Gay And Innocent And Heartless. It Is Only The Gay And Innocent And Heartless Who Can Fly.

Peter: Oh, The Cleverness Of Me. Wendy: Of Course, I Did Nothing... Peter: You Did A Little. Wendy: Oh, The Cleverness Of You.

Peter Was Not With Them For The Moment, And They Felt Rather Lonely Up There By Themselves. He Could Go So Much Faster Than They That He Would Suddenly Shoot Out Of Sight, To Have Some Adventure In Which They Had No Share. He Would Come Down Laughing Over Something Fearfully Funny He Had Been Saying To A Star, But He Had Already Forgotten What It Was, Or He Would Come Up With Mermaid Scales Still Sticking To Him, And Yet Not Be Able To To Say For Certain What Had Been Happening. It Was Really Rather Irritating To Children Who Had Never Seen A Mermaid.

Stars Are Beautiful, But They Must Not Take An Active Part In Anything, They Must Just Look On Forever. It Is A Punishment Put On Them For Something They Did So Long Ago That No Star Now Knows What It Was.