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110 . Oh, Wendy, who is she?

(swelling). Can it be—yes—no—yes, it is the fair Wendy!

. I am glad.

. Who are the two noble portly figures accompanying her? Can they be John and Michael? They are. (Pride of .) ‘See, dear brothers,’ says Wendy, pointing upward, ‘there is the window standing open.’ So up they flew to their loving parents, and pen cannot inscribe the happy scene over which we draw a veil. (Her triumph is spoilt by a groan from and she hurries to him.) Peter, what is it? (Thinking he is ill, and looking lower than his chest.) Where is it?

. It isn’t that kind of pain. Wendy, you are wrong about mothers. I thought like you about the window, so I stayed away for moons and moons, and then I flew back, but the window was barred, for my mother had forgotten all about me and there was another little boy sleeping in my bed.

(This is a general damper.)

. Wendy, let us go back!