Wake her, Nibs." Nibs had to knock twice before he got an answer, though Tink had really been sitting up in bed listening for some time.
"Who are you?
How dare you?
Go away," she cried.
"You are to get up, Tink," Nibs called, "and take Wendy on a journey." Of course Tink had been delighted to hear that Wendy was going; but she was jolly well determined not to be her courier, and she said so in still more offensive language.

Then she pretended to be asleep again.
"She says she won't!" Nibs exclaimed, aghast at such insubordination, whereupon Peter went sternly toward the young lady's chamber.
"Tink," he rapped out, "if you don't get up and dress at once I will open the curtains, and then we shall all see you in your negligee [nightgown]." This made her leap to the floor.

"Who said I wasn't getting up ?" she cried.
In the meantime the boys were gazing very forlornly at Wendy, now equipped with John and Michael for the journey.

By this time they were dejected, not merely because they were about to lose her, but also because they felt that she was going off to something nice to which they had not been invited.

Novelty was beckoning to them as usual.
Crediting them with a nobler feeling Wendy melted.
"Dear ones," she said, "if you will all come with me I feel almost sure I can get my father and mother to adopt you." The invitation was meant specially for Peter, but each of the boys was thinking exclusively of himself, and at once they jumped with joy.
"But won't they think us rather a handful ?" Nibs asked in the middle of his jump.
"Oh no," said Wendy, rapidly thinking it out, "it will only mean having a few beds in the drawing-room; they can be hidden behind the screens on first Thursdays." "Peter, can we go ?" they all cried imploringly.