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'
The
window
I
flew
out
at
will
be
open
,
'
Peter
said
confidently
.
'M
other
always
keeps
it
open
in
the
hope
that
I
may
fly
back
.
'
'
How
do
you
know
?
'
they
asked
,
quite
surprised
,
and
,
really
,
Peter
could
not
explain
how
he
knew
.
'
I
just
do
know
,
'
he
said
.
So
as
he
persisted
in
his
wish
,
they
had
to
grant
it
.
The
way
they
gave
him
power
to
fly
was
this
:
They
all
tickled
him
on
the
shoulder
,
and
soon
he
felt
a
funny
itching
in
that
part
,
and
then
up
he
rose
higher
and
higher
,
and
flew
away
out
of
the
Gardens
and
over
the
housetops
.
It
was
so
delicious
that
instead
of
flying
straight
to
his
own
home
he
skimmed
away
over
St.
Paul
's
to
the
Crystal
Palace
and
back
by
the
river
and
Regent
's
Park
,
and
by
the
time
he
reached
his
mother
's
window
he
had
quite
made
up
his
mind
that
his
second
wish
should
be
to
become
a
bird
.
The
window
was
wide
open
,
just
as
he
knew
it
would
be
,
and
in
he
fluttered
,
and
there
was
his
mother
lying
asleep
.
Peter
alighted
softly
on
the
wooden
rail
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
and
had
a
good
look
at
her
.
She
lay
with
her
head
on
her
hand
,
and
the
hollow
in
the
pillow
was
like
a
nest
lined
with
her
brown
wavy
hair
.
He
remembered
,
though
he
had
long
forgotten
it
,
that
she
always
gave
her
hair
a
holiday
at
night
.
How
sweet
the
frills
of
her
nightgown
were
!
He
was
very
glad
she
was
such
a
pretty
mother
.
But
she
looked
sad
,
and
he
knew
why
she
looked
sad
.
One
of
her
arms
moved
as
if
it
wanted
to
go
round
something
,
and
he
knew
what
it
wanted
to
go
round
.
'
O
mother
!
'
said
Peter
to
himself
,
'
if
you
just
knew
who
is
sitting
on
the
rail
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
.
'
Very
gently
he
patted
the
little
mound
that
her
feet
made
,
and
he
could
see
by
her
face
that
she
liked
it
.
He
knew
he
had
but
to
say
'M
other
'
ever
so
softly
,
and
she
would
wake
up
.
They
always
wake
up
at
once
if
it
is
you
that
says
their
name
.
Then
she
would
give
such
a
joyous
cry
and
squeeze
him
tight
.
How
nice
that
would
be
to
him
,
but
oh
!
how
exquisitely
delicious
it
would
be
to
her
.
That
,
I
am
afraid
,
is
how
Peter
regarded
it
.
In
returning
to
his
mother
he
never
doubted
that
he
was
giving
her
the
greatest
treat
a
woman
can
have
.
Nothing
can
be
more
splendid
,
he
thought
,
than
to
have
a
little
boy
of
your
own
.
How
proud
of
him
they
are
!
and
very
right
and
proper
,
too
.
But
why
does
Peter
sit
so
long
on
the
rail
;
why
does
he
not
tell
his
mother
that
he
has
come
back
?
