"Of course it's frightfully fascinating, but you see I am only a little girl.

I have no real experience." "That doesn't matter," said Peter, as if he were the only person present who knew all about it, though he was really the one who knew least.
"What we need is just a nice motherly person." "Oh dear!" Wendy said, "you see, I feel that is exactly what I am." "It is, it is," they all cried; "we saw it at once." "Very well," she said, "I will do my best.

Come inside at once, you naughty children; I am sure your feet are damp.

And before I put you to bed I have just time to finish the story of Cinderella." In they went; I don't know how there was room for them, but you can squeeze very tight in the Neverland.

And that was the first of the many joyous evenings they had with Wendy.