Wendy: Sir, You Are Both Ungallant And

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

A Moment After The Fairy's Entrance The Window Was Blown Open By The Breathing Of The Little Stars, And Peter Dropped In.

See," He Said, "the Arrow Struck Against This. It Is The Kiss I Gave Her. It Has Saved Her Life.

Can Anything Harm Us, Mother, After The Night-lights Are Lit?" Nothing, Precious," She Said; "they Are The Eyes A Mother Leaves Behind Her To Guard Her Children.

I Am Not Young Enough To Know Everything.