To Die Will Be An Awfully Big

She's Awfully Fond Of Wendy,' He Said To Himself. He Was Angry With Her Now For Not Seeing Why She Could Not Have Wendy. The Reason Was So Simple: 'i'm Fond Of Her Too. We Can't Both Have Her, Lady.

And So When Mrs. Darling Went Back To The Night-nursery To See If Her Husband Was Asleep, All The Beds Were Occupied. The Children Waited For Her Cry Of Joy, But It Did Not Come. She Saw Them, But She Did Not Believe They Were There. You See, She Saw Them In Their Beds So Often In Her Dreams That She Thought This Was Just The Dream Hanging Around Her Still.

If He Thought At All, But I Don't Believe He Ever Thought, It Was That He And His Shadow, When Brought Near Each Other, Would Join Like Drops Of Water.

Dreams Do Come True, If We Only Wish Hard Enough.

He Was A Poet; And They Are Never Exactly Grown-up.