As they dragged along the ground they fell asleep standing, stopped, woke up, moved another step and slept again.
"John, John," Michael would cry, "wake up! Where is Nana, John, and mother ?" And then John would rub his eyes and mutter, "It is true, we did fly." You may be sure they were very relieved to find Peter.
"Hullo, Peter," they said.
"Hullo," replied Peter amicably, though he had quite forgotten them.
He was very busy at the moment measuring Wendy with his feet to see how large a house she would need.

Of course he meant to leave room for chairs and a table.

John and Michael watched him.
"Is Wendy asleep ?" they asked.
"Yes." "John," Michael proposed, "let us wake her and get her to make supper for us," but as he said it some of the other boys rushed on carrying branches for the building of the house.

"Look at them!" he cried.
"Curly," said Peter in his most captainy voice, "see that these boys help in the building of the house." "Ay, ay, sir." "Build a house ?" exclaimed John.
"For the Wendy," said Curly.
"For Wendy ?" John said, aghast.

"Why, she is only a girl!" "That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants." "You?
Wendy's servants!" "Yes," said Peter, "and you also.