Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

Mr. Darling Used To Boast To Wendy That Her Mother Not Only Loved Him But Respected Him. He Was One Of Those Deep Ones Who Know About Stocks And Shares. Of Course No One Really Knows, But He Quite Seemed To Know, And He Often Said Stocks Were Up And Shares Were Down In A Way That Would Have Made Any Woman Respect Him.

I Sometimes Think, Mary, That It Is A Mistake To Have A Dog For A Nurse.

Never Is An Awfully Long Time.

All Children, Except One, Grow Up. They Soon Know That They Will Grow Up, And The Way Wendy Knew Was This. One Day When She Was Two Years Old She Was Playing In A Garden, And She Plucked Another Flower And Ran With It To Her Mother. I Suppose She Must Have Looked Rather Delightful, For Mrs Darling Put Her Hand To Her Heart And Cried, ‘oh, Why Can’t You Remain Like This For Ever!’ This Was All That Passed Between Them On The Subject, But Henceforth Wendy Knew That She Must Grow Up. You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

She Liked His Tears So Much That She Put Out Her Beautiful Finger And Let Them Run Over It. Her Voice Was So Low That At First He Could Not Make Out What She Said. Then He Made It Out. She Was Saying That She Thought She Could Get Well Again If Children Believed In Fairies.