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The Adventures of Peter Pan

Chapter 4. The Flight
"Second to the right, and straight on till morning."
That, Peter had told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland; but even birds, carrying
maps and consulting them at windy corners, could not have sighted it with these
instructions. Peter, you see, just said anything that came into his head.
At first his companions trusted him implicitly, and so great were the delights of flying
that they wasted time circling round church spires or any other tall objects on the way
that took their fancy.
John and Michael raced, Michael getting a start.
They recalled with contempt that not so long ago they had thought themselves fine
fellows for being able to fly round a room.
Not long ago. But how long ago? They were flying over the sea before this thought
began to disturb Wendy seriously. John thought it was their second sea and their third
night.
Sometimes it was dark and sometimes light, and now they were very cold and again too
warm. Did they really feel hungry at times, or were they merely pretending, because
Peter had such a jolly new way of feeding them? His way was to pursue birds who had
food in their mouths suitable for humans and snatch it from them; then the birds would
follow and snatch it back; and they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles,
parting at last with mutual expressions of good-will. But Wendy noticed with gentle
concern that Peter did not seem to know that this was rather an odd way of getting your
bread and butter, nor even that there are other ways.
Certainly they did not pretend to be sleepy, they were sleepy; and that was a danger, for
the moment they popped off, down they fell. The awful thing was that Peter thought this
funny.
"There he goes again!" he would cry gleefully, as Michael suddenly dropped like a
stone.
"Save him, save him!" cried Wendy, looking with horror at the cruel sea far below.
Eventually Peter would dive through the air, and catch Michael just before he could strike
the sea, and it was lovely the way he did it; but he always waited till the last moment, and
you felt it was his cleverness that interested him and not the saving of human life. Also he
was fond of variety, and the sport that engrossed him one moment would suddenly cease
to engage him, so there was always the possibility that the next time you fell he would let
you go.
 
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