The little house was so pleased to have such a capital chimney that, as if to say thank you, smoke immediately began to come out of the hat.
Now really and truly it was finished.

Nothing remained to do but to knock.
"All look your best," Peter warned them; "first impressions are awfully important." He was glad no one asked him what first impressions are; they were all too busy looking their best.
He knocked politely, and now the wood was as still as the children, not a sound to be heard except from Tinker Bell, who was watching from a branch and openly sneering.
What the boys were wondering was, would any one answer the knock?
If a lady, what would she be like?
The door opened and a lady came out.

It was Wendy.

They all whipped off their hats.
She looked properly surprised, and this was just how they had hoped she would look.
"Where am I ?" she said.
Of course Slightly was the first to get his word in.

"Wendy lady," he said rapidly, "for you we built this house." "Oh, say you're pleased," cried Nibs.
"Lovely, darling house," Wendy said, and they were the very words they had hoped she would say.
"And we are your children," cried the twins.
Then all went on their knees, and holding out their arms cried, "O Wendy lady, be our mother." "Ought I ?" Wendy said, all shining.