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'
Of
course
we
can
,
George
,
'
she
cried
.
But
she
was
prejudiced
in
Wendy
's
favour
,
and
he
was
really
the
grander
character
of
the
two
.
'Re
member
mumps
,
'
he
warned
her
almost
threateningly
,
and
off
he
went
again
.
'M
umps
one
pound
,
that
is
what
I
have
put
down
,
but
I
daresay
it
will
be
more
like
thirty
shillings
--
do
n't
speak
--
measles
one
five
,
German
measles
half
a
guinea
,
makes
two
fifteen
six
--
do
n't
waggle
your
finger
--
whooping-cough
,
say
fifteen
shillings
'
--
and
so
on
it
went
,
and
it
added
up
differently
each
time
;
but
at
last
Wendy
just
got
through
,
with
mumps
reduced
to
twelve
six
,
and
the
two
kinds
of
measles
treated
as
one
.
There
was
the
same
excitement
over
John
,
and
Michael
had
even
a
narrower
squeak
;
but
both
were
kept
,
and
soon
you
might
have
seen
the
three
of
them
going
in
a
row
to
Miss
Fulsom
's
Kindergarten
school
,
accompanied
by
their
nurse
.
Mrs.
Darling
loved
to
have
everything
just
so
,
and
Mr.
Darling
had
a
passion
for
being
exactly
like
his
neighbours
;
so
,
of
course
,
they
had
a
nurse
.
As
they
were
poor
,
owing
to
the
amount
of
milk
the
children
drank
,
this
nurse
was
a
prim
Newfoundland
dog
,
called
Nana
,
who
had
belonged
to
no
one
in
particular
until
the
Darlings
engaged
her
.
She
had
always
thought
children
important
,
however
,
and
the
Darlings
had
become
acquainted
with
her
in
Kensington
Gardens
,
where
she
spent
most
of
her
spare
time
peeping
into
perambulators
,
and
was
much
hated
by
careless
nursemaids
,
whom
she
followed
to
their
homes
and
complained
of
to
their
mistresses
.
She
proved
to
be
quite
a
treasure
of
a
nurse
.
How
thorough
she
was
at
bath-time
;
and
up
at
any
moment
of
the
night
if
one
of
her
charges
made
the
slightest
cry
.
Of
course
her
kennel
was
in
the
nursery
.
She
had
a
genius
for
knowing
when
a
cough
is
a
thing
to
have
no
patience
with
and
when
it
needs
stocking
round
your
throat
.
She
believed
to
her
last
day
in
old-fashioned
remedies
like
rhubarb
leaf
,
and
made
sounds
of
contempt
over
all
this
new-fangled
talk
about
germs
,
and
so
on
.
It
was
a
lesson
in
propriety
to
see
her
escorting
the
children
to
school
,
walking
sedately
by
their
side
when
they
were
well
behaved
,
and
butting
them
back
into
line
if
they
strayed
.
On
John
's
footer
days
she
never
once
forgot
his
sweater
,
and
she
usually
carried
an
umbrella
in
her
mouth
in
case
of
rain
.
There
is
a
room
in
the
basement
of
Miss
Fulsom
's
school
where
the
nurses
wait
.
They
sat
on
forms
,
while
Nana
lay
on
the
floor
,
but
that
was
the
only
difference
.
They
affected
to
ignore
her
as
of
an
inferior
social
status
to
themselves
,
and
she
despised
their
light
talk
.
She
resented
visits
to
the
nursery
from
Mrs.
Darling
's
friends
,
but
if
they
did
come
she
first
whipped
off
Michael
's
pinafore
and
put
him
into
the
one
with
blue
braiding
,
and
smoothed
out
Wendy
and
made
a
dash
at
John
's
hair
.
No
nursery
could
possibly
have
been
conducted
more
correctly
,
and
Mr.
Darling
knew
it
,
yet
he
sometimes
wondered
uneasily
whether
the
neighbours
talked
.
He
had
his
position
in
the
city
to
consider
.
Nana
also
troubled
him
in
another
way
.
He
had
sometimes
a
feeling
that
she
did
not
admire
him
.
'
I
know
she
admires
you
tremendously
,
George
,
'
Mrs.
Darling
would
assure
him
,
and
then
she
would
sign
to
the
children
to
be
specially
nice
to
father
.
Lovely
dances
followed
,
in
which
the
only
other
servant
,
Liza
,
was
sometimes
allowed
to
join
.
Such
a
midget
she
looked
in
her
long
skirt
and
maid
's
cap
,
though
she
had
sworn
,
when
engaged
,
that
she
would
never
see
ten
again
.
The
gaiety
of
those
romps
!
And
gayest
of
all
was
Mrs.
Darling
,
who
would
pirouette
so
wildly
that
all
you
could
see
of
her
was
the
kiss
,
and
then
if
you
had
dashed
at
her
you
might
have
got
it
.
There
never
was
a
simpler
happier
family
until
the
coming
of
Peter
Pan
.
Mrs.
Darling
first
heard
of
Peter
when
she
was
tidying
up
her
children
's
minds
.
It
is
the
nightly
custom
of
every
good
mother
after
her
children
are
asleep
to
rummage
in
their
minds
and
put
things
straight
for
next
morning
,
repacking
into
their
proper
places
the
many
articles
that
have
wandered
during
the
day
.
If
you
could
keep
awake
(
but
of
course
you
ca
n't
)
you
would
see
your
own
mother
doing
this
,
and
you
would
find
it
very
interesting
to
watch
her
.
It
is
quite
like
tidying
up
drawers
.
