It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly." "What is gay and innocent and heartless?
I do wish I were gay and innocent and heartless." Or perhaps Wendy admits she does see something.
"I do believe," she says, "that it is this nursery." "I do believe it is," says Jane.

"Go on." They are now embarked on the great adventure of the night when Peter flew in looking for his shadow.
"The foolish fellow," says Wendy, "tried to stick it on with soap, and when he could not he cried, and that woke me, and I sewed it on for him." "You have missed a bit," interrupts Jane, who now knows the story better than her mother.

"When you saw him sitting on the floor crying, what did you say ?" "I sat up in bed and I said, 'Boy, why are you crying ?'" "Yes, that was it," says Jane, with a big breath.
"And then he flew us all away to the Neverland and the fairies and the pirates and the redskins and the mermaid's lagoon, and the home under the ground, and the little house." "Yes! which did you like best of all ?" "I think I liked the home under the ground best of all." "Yes, so do I.What was the last thing Peter ever said to you ?" "The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.'" "Yes." "But, alas, he forgot all about me," Wendy said it with a smile.

She was as grown up as that.
"What did his crow sound like ?" Jane asked one evening.
"It was like this," Wendy said, trying to imitate Peter's crow.
"No, it wasn't," Jane said gravely, "it was like this;" and she did it ever so much better than her mother.
Wendy was a little startled.

"My darling, how can you know ?" "I often hear it when I am sleeping," Jane said.
"Ah yes, many girls hear it when they are sleeping, but I was the only one who heard it awake." "Lucky you," said Jane.
And then one night came the tragedy.