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If
you
think
he
was
the
only
baby
who
ever
wanted
to
escape
,
it
shows
how
completely
you
have
forgotten
your
own
young
days
.
When
David
heard
this
story
first
he
was
quite
certain
that
he
had
never
tried
to
escape
,
but
I
told
him
to
think
back
hard
,
pressing
his
hands
to
his
temples
,
and
when
he
had
done
this
hard
,
and
even
harder
,
he
distinctly
remembered
a
youthful
desire
to
return
to
the
tree-tops
,
and
with
that
memory
came
others
,
as
that
he
had
lain
in
bed
planning
to
escape
as
soon
as
his
mother
was
asleep
,
and
how
she
had
once
caught
him
half-way
up
the
chimney
.
All
children
could
have
such
recollections
if
they
would
press
their
hands
hard
to
their
temples
,
for
,
having
been
birds
before
they
were
human
,
they
are
naturally
a
little
wild
during
the
first
few
weeks
,
and
very
itchy
at
the
shoulders
,
where
their
wings
used
to
be
.
So
David
tells
me
.
I
ought
to
mention
here
that
the
following
is
our
way
with
a
story
:
First
I
tell
it
to
him
,
and
then
he
tells
it
to
me
,
the
understanding
being
that
it
is
quite
a
different
story
;
and
then
I
retell
it
with
his
additions
,
and
so
we
go
on
until
no
one
could
say
whether
it
is
more
his
story
or
mine
.
In
this
story
of
Peter
Pan
,
for
instance
,
the
bald
narrative
and
most
of
the
moral
reflections
are
mine
,
though
not
all
,
for
this
boy
can
be
a
stern
moralist
;
but
the
interesting
bits
about
the
ways
and
customs
of
babies
in
the
bird-stage
are
mostly
reminiscences
of
David
's
,
recalled
by
pressing
his
hands
to
his
temples
and
thinking
hard
.
Well
,
Peter
Pan
got
out
by
the
window
,
which
had
no
bars
.
Standing
on
the
ledge
he
could
see
trees
far
away
,
which
were
doubtless
the
Kensington
Gardens
,
and
the
moment
he
saw
them
he
entirely
forgot
that
he
was
now
a
little
boy
in
a
nightgown
,
and
away
he
flew
,
right
over
the
houses
to
the
Gardens
.
It
is
wonderful
that
he
could
fly
without
wings
,
but
the
place
itched
tremendously
,
and
--
and
--
perhaps
we
could
all
fly
if
we
were
as
dead-confident-sure
of
our
capacity
to
do
it
as
was
bold
Peter
Pan
that
evening
.
He
alighted
gaily
on
the
open
sward
,
between
the
Baby
's
Palace
and
the
Serpentine
,
and
the
first
thing
he
did
was
to
lie
on
his
back
and
kick
.
He
was
quite
unaware
already
that
he
had
ever
been
human
,
and
thought
he
was
a
bird
,
even
in
appearance
,
just
the
same
as
in
his
early
days
,
and
when
he
tried
to
catch
a
fly
he
did
not
understand
that
the
reason
he
missed
it
was
because
he
had
attempted
to
seize
it
with
his
hand
,
which
,
of
course
,
a
bird
never
does
.
He
saw
,
however
,
that
it
must
be
past
Lock-out
Time
,
for
there
were
a
good
many
fairies
about
,
all
too
busy
to
notice
him
;
they
were
getting
breakfast
ready
,
milking
their
cows
,
drawing
water
,
and
so
on
,
and
the
sight
of
the
water-pails
made
him
thirsty
,
so
he
flew
over
to
the
Round
Pond
to
have
a
drink
.
He
stooped
and
dipped
his
beak
in
the
pond
;
he
thought
it
was
his
beak
,
but
,
of
course
,
it
was
only
his
nose
,
and
therefore
,
very
little
water
came
up
,
and
that
not
so
refreshing
as
usual
,
so
next
he
tried
a
puddle
and
he
fell
flop
into
it
.
When
a
real
bird
falls
in
flop
,
he
spreads
out
his
feathers
and
pecks
them
dry
,
but
Peter
could
not
remember
what
was
the
thing
to
do
,
and
he
decided
rather
sulkily
to
go
to
sleep
on
the
weeping-beech
in
the
Baby
Walk
.
At
first
he
found
some
difficulty
in
balancing
himself
on
a
branch
,
but
presently
he
remembered
the
way
,
and
fell
asleep
.
He
awoke
long
before
morning
,
shivering
,
and
saying
to
himself
,
'
I
never
was
out
on
such
a
cold
night
'
;
he
had
really
been
out
on
colder
nights
when
he
was
a
bird
,
but
,
of
course
,
as
everybody
knows
,
what
seems
a
warm
night
to
a
bird
is
a
cold
night
to
a
boy
in
a
nightgown
.
Peter
also
felt
strangely
uncomfortable
,
as
if
his
head
was
stuffy
;
he
heard
loud
noises
that
made
him
look
round
sharply
,
though
they
were
really
himself
sneezing
.
There
was
something
he
wanted
very
much
,
but
,
though
he
knew
he
wanted
it
,
he
could
not
think
what
it
was
.
What
he
wanted
so
much
was
his
mother
to
blow
his
nose
,
but
that
never
struck
him
,
so
he
decided
to
appeal
to
the
fairies
for
enlightenment
.
They
are
reputed
to
know
a
good
deal
.
There
were
two
of
them
strolling
along
the
Baby
Walk
,
with
their
arms
round
each
other
's
waists
,
and
he
hopped
down
to
address
them
.
The
fairies
have
their
tiffs
with
the
birds
,
but
they
usually
give
a
civil
answer
to
a
civil
question
,
and
he
was
quite
angry
when
these
two
ran
away
the
moment
they
saw
him
.
Another
was
lolling
on
a
garden
chair
,
reading
a
postage-stamp
which
some
human
had
let
fall
,
and
when
he
heard
Peter
's
voice
he
popped
in
alarm
behind
a
tulip
.
To
Peter
's
bewilderment
he
discovered
that
every
fairy
he
met
fled
from
him
.
A
band
of
workmen
,
who
were
sawing
down
a
toadstool
,
rushed
away
,
leaving
their
tools
behind
them
.
A
milkmaid
turned
her
pail
upside
down
and
hid
in
it
.
Soon
the
Gardens
were
in
an
uproar
.
Crowds
of
fairies
were
running
this
way
and
that
,
asking
each
other
stoutly
who
was
afraid
;
lights
were
extinguished
,
doors
barricaded
,
and
from
the
grounds
of
Queen
Mab
's
palace
came
the
rub-a-dub
of
drums
,
showing
that
the
royal
guard
had
been
called
out
.
A
regiment
of
Lancers
came
charging
down
the
Broad
Walk
,
armed
with
holly-leaves
,
with
which
they
jag
the
enemy
horribly
in
passing
.
Peter
heard
the
little
people
crying
everywhere
that
there
was
a
human
in
the
Gardens
after
Lock-out
Time
,
but
he
never
thought
for
a
moment
that
he
was
the
human
.
He
was
feeling
stuffier
and
stuffier
,
and
more
and
more
wistful
to
learn
what
he
wanted
done
to
his
nose
,
but
he
pursued
them
with
the
vital
question
in
vain
;
the
timid
creatures
ran
from
him
,
and
even
the
Lancers
,
when
he
approached
them
up
the
Hump
,
turned
swiftly
into
a
side-walk
,
on
the
pretence
that
they
saw
him
there
.
