The Adventures of Peter Pan HTML version

Chapter 3. Come Away, Come Away!
For a moment after Mr. and Mrs. Darling left the house the night-lights by the beds of
the three children continued to burn clearly. They were awfully nice little night-lights,
and one cannot help wishing that they could have kept awake to see Peter; but Wendy's
light blinked and gave such a yawn that the other two yawned also, and before they could
close their mouths all the three went out.
There was another light in the room now, a thousand times brighter than the night-lights,
and in the time we have taken to say this, it had been in all the drawers in the nursery,
looking for Peter's shadow, rummaged the wardrobe and turned every pocket inside out.
It was not really a light; it made this light by flashing about so quickly, but when it came
to rest for a second you saw it was a fairy, no longer than your hand, but still growing. It
was a girl called Tinker Bell exquisitely gowned in a skeleton leaf, cut low and square,
through which her figure could be seen to the best advantage. She was slightly inclined to
EMBONPOINT. [plump hourglass figure]
A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the
little stars, and Peter dropped in. He had carried Tinker Bell part of the way, and his hand
was still messy with the fairy dust.
"Tinker Bell," he called softly, after making sure that the children were asleep, "Tink,
where are you?" She was in a jug for the moment, and liking it extremely; she had never
been in a jug before.
"Oh, do come out of that jug, and tell me, do you know where they put my shadow?"
The loveliest tinkle as of golden bells answered him. It is the fairy language. You
ordinary children can never hear it, but if you were to hear it you would know that you
had heard it once before.
Tink said that the shadow was in the big box. She meant the chest of drawers, and Peter
jumped at the drawers, scattering their contents to the floor with both hands, as kings toss
ha'pence to the crowd. In a moment he had recovered his shadow, and in his delight he
forgot that he had shut Tinker Bell up in the drawer.
If he thought at all, but I don't believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow,
when brought near each other, would join like drops of water, and when they did not he
was appalled. He tried to stick it on with soap from the bathroom, but that also failed. A
shudder passed through Peter, and he sat on the floor and cried.
His sobs woke Wendy, and she sat up in bed. She was not alarmed to see a stranger
crying on the nursery floor; she was only pleasantly interested.
"Boy," she said courteously, "why are you crying?"