"And it isn't fair: I would say it though it were with my last breath; it isn't fair." "Father, I am waiting," said Michael coldly.
"It's all very well to say you are waiting; so am I waiting." "Father's a cowardly custard." "So are you a cowardly custard." "I'm not frightened." "Neither am I frightened." "Well, then, take it." "Well, then, you take it." Wendy had a splendid idea.

"Why not both take it at the same time ?" "Certainly," said Mr.Darling.

"Are you ready, Michael ?" Wendy gave the words, one, two, three, and Michael took his medicine, but Mr.Darling slipped his behind his back.
There was a yell of rage from Michael, and "O father!" Wendy exclaimed.
"What do you mean by 'O father' ?" Mr.Darling demanded.

"Stop that row, Michael.

I meant to take mine, but I--I missed it." It was dreadful the way all the three were looking at him, just as if they did not admire him.