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Chapter 10. The Happy Home
One important result of the brush [with the pirates] on the lagoon was that it made the
redskins their friends. Peter had saved Tiger Lily from a dreadful fate, and now there was
nothing she and her braves would not do for him. All night they sat above, keeping watch
over the home under the ground and awaiting the big attack by the pirates which
obviously could not be much longer delayed. Even by day they hung about, smoking the
pipe of peace, and looking almost as if they wanted tit-bits to eat.
They called Peter the Great White Father, prostrating themselves [lying down] before
him; and he liked this tremendously, so that it was not really good for him.
"The great white father," he would say to them in a very lordly manner, as they
grovelled at his feet, "is glad to see the Piccaninny warriors protecting his wigwam from
"Me Tiger Lily," that lovely creature would reply. "Peter Pan save me, me his velly nice
friend. Me no let pirates hurt him."
She was far too pretty to cringe in this way, but Peter thought it his due, and he would
answer condescendingly, "It is good. Peter Pan has spoken."
Always when he said, "Peter Pan has spoken," it meant that they must now shut up, and
they accepted it humbly in that spirit; but they were by no means so respectful to the
other boys, whom they looked upon as just ordinary braves. They said "How-do?" to
them, and things like that; and what annoyed the boys was that Peter seemed to think this
Secretly Wendy sympathised with them a little, but she was far too loyal a housewife to
listen to any complaints against father. "Father knows best," she always said, whatever
her private opinion must be. Her private opinion was that the redskins should not call her
We have now reached the evening that was to be known among them as the Night of
Nights, because of its adventures and their upshot. The day, as if quietly gathering its
forces, had been almost uneventful, and now the redskins in their blankets were at their
posts above, while, below, the children were having their evening meal; all except Peter,
who had gone out to get the time. The way you got the time on the island was to find the
crocodile, and then stay near him till the clock struck.
The meal happened to be a make-believe tea, and they sat around the board, guzzling in
their greed; and really, what with their chatter and recriminations, the noise, as Wendy
said, was positively deafening. To be sure, she did not mind noise, but she simply would
not have them grabbing things, and then excusing themselves by saying that Tootles had