Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

You Must Have Been Warned Against Letting The Golden Hours Slip By; But Some Of Them Are Golden Only Because We Let Them Slip By.

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.

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

Love, It Is Said, Is Blind, But Love Is Not Blind. It Is An Extra Eye, Which Shows Us What Is Most Worthy Of Regard. To See The Best Is To See Most Clearly, And It Is The Lover's Privilege.

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.