They flung themselves down on the sward [turf], close to their underground home.
"I do wish Peter would come back," every one of them said nervously, though in height and still more in breadth they were all larger than their captain.
"I am the only one who is not afraid of the pirates," Slightly said, in the tone that prevented his being a general favourite; but perhaps some distant sound disturbed him, for he added hastily, "but I wish he would come back, and tell us whether he has heard anything more about Cinderella." They talked of Cinderella, and Tootles was confident that his mother must have been very like her.
It was only in Peter's absence that they could speak of mothers, the subject being forbidden by him as silly.
"All I remember about my mother," Nibs told them, "is that she often said to my father, 'Oh, how I wish I had a cheque-book of my own!' I don't know what a cheque-book is, but I should just love to give my mother one." While they talked they heard a distant sound.

You or I, not being wild things of the woods, would have heard nothing, but they heard it, and it was the grim song: "Yo ho, yo ho, the pirate life, The flag o' skull and bones, A merry hour, a hempen rope, And hey for Davy Jones." At once the lost boys--but where are they?
They are no longer there.
Rabbits could not have disappeared more quickly.
I will tell you where they are.

With the exception of Nibs, who has darted away to reconnoitre [look around], they are already in their home under the ground, a very delightful residence of which we shall see a good deal presently.

But how have they reached it?
for there is no entrance to be seen, not so much as a large stone, which if rolled away, would disclose the mouth of a cave.

Look closely, however, and you may note that there are here seven large trees, each with a hole in its hollow trunk as large as a boy.