"And I know you meant to be kind," she said, relenting, "so you may give me a kiss." For the moment she had forgotten his ignorance about kisses.

"I thought you would want it back," he said a little bitterly, and offered to return her the thimble.
"Oh dear," said the nice Wendy, "I don't mean a kiss, I mean a thimble." "What's that ?" "It's like this." She kissed him.
"Funny!" said Peter gravely.

"Now shall I give you a thimble ?" "If you wish to," said Wendy, keeping her head erect this time.
Peter thimbled her, and almost immediately she screeched.

"What is it, Wendy ?" "It was exactly as if someone were pulling my hair." "That must have been Tink.

I never knew her so naughty before." And indeed Tink was darting about again, using offensive language.
"She says she will do that to you, Wendy, every time I give you a thimble." "But why ?" "Why, Tink ?" Again Tink replied, "You silly ass." Peter could not understand why, but Wendy understood, and she was just slightly disappointed when he admitted that he came to the nursery window not to see her but to listen to stories.
"You see, I don't know any stories.