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158 girls, and there are some colours who don’t know what they are. The row the children and the birds make at bath time is positively deafening.

. I throw things at them.

. You will be rather lonely in the evenings, Peter.

. I shall have Tink.

(flying up to the window). Mother, may I go?

(gripping her for ever). Certainly not. I have got you home again, and I mean to keep you.

. But he does so need a mother.

. So do you, my love.

. Oh, all right.

(magnanimously). But, Peter, I shall let her go to you once a year for a week to do your spring cleaning.

( revels in this, but, who has no notion what a spring cleaning is, waves a rather careless thanks.)

. Say good-night, Wendy.