To Die Will Be An Awfully Big

But The Years Came And Went Without Bringing The Careless Boy; And When They Met Again Wendy Was A Married Woman, And Peter Was No More To Her Than A Little Dust In The Box In Which She Had Kept Her Toys.

You [scots] Come Of A Race Of Men The Very Wind Of Whose Name Has Swept To The Ultimate Seas.

To Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure.

It Is Frightfully Difficult To Know Much About The Fairies, And Almost The Only Thing For Certain Is That There Are Fairies Wherever There Are Children.

Next Year He Did Not Come For Her. She Waited In A New Frock Because The Old One Simply Would Not Meet, But He Never Came. "perhaps He Is Ill," Michael Said. "you Know He Is Never Ill." Michael Came Close To Her And Whispered, With A Shiver, "perhaps There Is No Such Person, Wendy!" And Then Wendy Would Have Cried If Michael Had Not Been Crying.