I think I hear her too." The sound come from the chest of drawers, and Peter made a merry face.
No one could ever look quite so merry as Peter, and the loveliest of gurgles was his laugh.

He had his first laugh still.
"Wendy," he whispered gleefully, "I do believe I shut her up in the drawer!" He let poor Tink out of the drawer, and she flew about the nursery screaming with fury.

"You shouldn't say such things," Peter retorted.
"Of course I'm very sorry, but how could I know you were in the drawer ?" Wendy was not listening to him.

"O Peter," she cried, "if she would only stand still and let me see her!" "They hardly ever stand still," he said, but for one moment Wendy saw the romantic figure come to rest on the cuckoo clock.

"O the lovely!" she cried, though Tink's face was still distorted with passion.
"Tink," said Peter amiably, "this lady says she wishes you were her fairy." Tinker Bell answered insolently.
"What does she say, Peter ?" He had to translate.