Heavenly was Wendy's word.
"I say," cried John, "why shouldn't we all go out ?" Of course it was to this that Peter had been luring them.
Michael was ready: he wanted to see how long it took him to do a billion miles.

But Wendy hesitated.
"Mermaids!" said Peter again.
"Oo!" "And there are pirates." "Pirates," cried John, seizing his Sunday hat, "let us go at once." It was just at this moment that Mr.and Mrs.Darling hurried with Nana out of 27.

They ran into the middle of the street to look up at the nursery window; and, yes, it was still shut, but the room was ablaze with light, and most heart-gripping sight of all, they could see in shadow on the curtain three little figures in night attire circling round and round, not on the floor but in the air.
Not three figures, four! In a tremble they opened the street door.

Mr.Darling would have rushed upstairs, but Mrs.Darling signed him to go softly.

She even tried to make her heart go softly.
Will they reach the nursery in time?
If so, how delightful for them, and we shall all breathe a sigh of relief, but there will be no story.