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] (breathlessly). Ought to be? Isn’t there?

. Oh no. Children know such a lot now. Soon they don’t believe in fairies, and every time a child says ‘I don’t believe in fairies’ there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead. (He skips about heartlessly.)

. Poor things!

(to whom this statement recalls a forgotten friend). I can’t think where she has gone. Tinker Bell, Tink, where are you?

(thrilling). Peter, you don’t mean to tell we that there is a fairy in this room!

(flitting about in search). She came with me. You don’t hear anything, do you?

. I hear—the only sound I hear is like a tinkle of bells.

. That is the fairy language. I hear it too.

. It seems to come from over there.

(with shameless glee). Wendy, I believe I shut her up in that drawer!

(He releases , who darts about in a