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154 call me, my little children whom I’ll see no more.

(Silver voices is a good one, especially about ; but the heads pop up.)

(perhaps rather silvery). Mother!

(without moving). That is Wendy.

(quite gruff). Mother!

. Now it is John.

(no better than a squeak). Mother!

. Now Michael. And when they call I stretch out my arms to them, but they never come, they never come!

(This time, however, they come, and there is joy once more in the Darling household. The little boy who is crouching at the window sees the joke of the bumps in the beds, but cannot understand what all the rest of the fuss is about.

The scene changes from the inside of the house to the outside, and we see romping in at the door, with the lost boys hanging gaily to his coat-tails.