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'
Let
us
draw
lots
,
'
Wendy
said
bravely
.
'
And
you
a
lady
;
never
.
'
Already
he
had
tied
the
tail
round
her
.
She
clung
to
him
;
she
refused
to
go
without
him
;
but
with
a
'
Good-bye
,
Wendy
,
'
he
pushed
her
from
the
rock
;
and
in
a
few
minutes
she
was
borne
out
of
his
sight
.
Peter
was
alone
on
the
lagoon
.
The
rock
was
very
small
now
;
soon
it
would
be
submerged
Pale
rays
of
light
tiptoed
across
the
waters
;
and
by
and
by
there
was
to
be
heard
a
sound
at
once
the
most
musical
and
the
most
melancholy
in
the
world
:
the
mermaids
calling
to
the
moon
.
Peter
was
not
quite
like
other
boys
;
but
he
was
afraid
at
last
.
A
tremor
ran
through
him
,
like
a
shudder
passing
over
the
sea
;
but
on
the
sea
one
shudder
follows
another
till
there
are
hundreds
of
them
,
and
Peter
felt
just
the
one
.
Next
moment
he
was
standing
erect
on
the
rock
again
,
with
that
smile
on
his
face
and
a
drum
beating
within
him
.
It
was
saying
,
'
To
die
will
be
an
awfully
big
adventure
.
'
The
last
sounds
Peter
heard
before
he
was
quite
alone
were
the
mermaids
retiring
one
by
one
to
their
bedchambers
under
the
sea
.
He
was
too
far
away
to
hear
their
doors
shut
;
but
every
door
in
the
coral
caves
where
they
live
rings
a
tiny
bell
when
it
opens
or
closes
(
as
in
all
the
nicest
houses
on
the
mainland
)
,
and
he
heard
the
bells
.
Steadily
the
waters
rose
till
they
were
nibbling
at
his
feet
;
and
to
pass
the
time
until
they
made
their
final
gulp
,
he
watched
the
only
thing
moving
on
the
lagoon
.
He
thought
it
was
a
piece
of
floating
paper
,
perhaps
part
of
the
kite
,
and
wondered
idly
how
long
it
would
take
to
drift
ashore
.
Presently
he
noticed
as
an
odd
thing
that
it
was
undoubtedly
out
upon
the
lagoon
with
some
definite
purpose
,
for
it
was
fighting
the
tide
,
and
sometimes
winning
;
and
when
it
won
,
Peter
,
always
sympathetic
to
the
weaker
side
,
could
not
help
clapping
;
it
was
such
a
gallant
piece
of
paper
.
It
was
not
really
a
piece
of
paper
;
it
was
the
Never
bird
,
making
desperate
efforts
to
reach
Peter
on
her
nest
.
By
working
her
wings
,
in
a
way
she
had
learned
since
the
nest
fell
into
the
water
,
she
was
able
to
some
extent
to
guide
her
strange
craft
,
but
by
the
time
Peter
recognised
her
she
was
very
exhausted
.
She
had
come
to
save
him
,
to
give
him
her
nest
,
though
there
were
eggs
in
it
.
I
rather
wonder
at
the
bird
,
for
though
he
had
been
nice
to
her
,
he
had
also
sometimes
tormented
her
.
I
can
suppose
only
that
,
like
Mrs.
Darling
and
the
rest
of
them
,
she
was
melted
because
he
had
all
his
first
teeth
.
She
called
out
to
him
what
she
had
come
for
,
and
he
called
out
to
her
what
was
she
doing
there
;
but
of
course
neither
of
them
understood
the
other
's
language
.
In
fanciful
stories
people
can
talk
to
the
birds
freely
,
and
I
wish
for
the
moment
I
could
pretend
that
this
was
such
a
story
,
and
say
that
Peter
replied
intelligently
to
the
Never
bird
;
but
truth
is
best
,
and
I
want
to
tell
only
what
really
happened
.
Well
,
not
only
could
they
not
understand
each
other
,
but
they
forgot
their
manners
.
