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They
called
Peter
the
Great
White
Father
,
prostrating
themselves
before
him
;
and
he
liked
this
tremendously
,
so
that
it
was
not
really
good
for
him
.
'
The
great
white
father
,
'
he
would
say
to
them
in
a
very
lordly
manner
,
as
they
grovelled
at
his
feet
,
'
is
glad
to
see
the
Piccaninny
warriors
protecting
his
wigwam
from
the
pirates
.
'
'M
e
Tiger
Lily
,
'
that
lovely
creature
would
reply
.
'
Peter
Pan
save
me
,
me
his
velly
nice
friend
.
Me
no
let
pirates
hurt
him
.
'
She
was
far
too
pretty
to
cringe
in
this
way
,
but
Peter
thought
it
his
due
,
and
he
would
answer
condescendingly
,
'
It
is
good
.
Peter
Pan
has
spoken
.
'
Always
when
he
said
,
'
Peter
Pan
has
spoken
,
'
it
meant
that
they
must
now
shut
up
,
and
they
accepted
it
humbly
in
that
spirit
;
but
they
were
by
no
means
so
respectful
to
the
other
boys
,
whom
they
looked
upon
as
just
ordinary
braves
.
They
said
'
How-do
?
'
to
them
,
and
things
like
that
;
and
what
annoyed
the
boys
was
that
Peter
seemed
to
think
this
all
right
.
Secretly
Wendy
sympathised
with
them
a
little
,
but
she
was
far
too
loyal
a
housewife
to
listen
to
any
complaints
against
father
.
'
Father
knows
best
,
'
she
always
said
,
whatever
her
private
opinion
must
be
.
Her
private
opinion
was
that
the
redskins
should
not
call
her
a
squaw
.
We
have
now
reached
the
evening
that
was
to
be
known
among
them
as
the
Night
of
Nights
,
because
of
its
adventures
and
their
upshot
.
The
day
,
as
if
quietly
gathering
its
forces
,
had
been
almost
uneventful
,
and
now
the
redskins
in
their
blankets
were
at
their
posts
above
,
while
,
below
,
the
children
were
having
their
evening
meal
;
all
except
Peter
,
who
had
gone
out
to
get
the
time
.
The
way
you
got
the
time
on
the
island
was
to
find
the
crocodile
,
and
then
stay
near
him
till
the
clock
struck
.
This
meal
happened
to
be
a
make-believe
tea
,
and
they
sat
round
the
board
,
guzzling
in
their
greed
;
and
really
,
what
with
their
chatter
and
recriminations
,
the
noise
,
as
Wendy
said
,
was
positively
deafening
.
To
be
sure
,
she
did
not
mind
noise
,
but
she
simply
would
not
have
them
grabbing
things
,
and
then
excusing
themselves
by
saying
that
Tootles
had
pushed
their
elbow
.
There
was
a
fixed
rule
that
they
must
never
hit
back
at
meals
,
but
should
refer
the
matter
of
dispute
to
Wendy
by
raising
the
right
arm
politely
and
saying
,
'
I
complain
of
so-and-so
'
;
but
what
usually
happened
was
that
they
forgot
to
do
this
or
did
it
too
much
.
'S
ilence
,
'
cried
Wendy
when
for
the
twentieth
time
she
had
told
them
that
they
were
not
all
to
speak
at
once
.
'
Is
your
calabash
empty
,
Slightly
darling
?
'
