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Perhaps
a
human
voice
frightened
the
little
house
,
or
maybe
it
now
knew
that
its
work
was
done
,
for
no
sooner
had
Maimie
spoken
than
it
began
to
grow
smaller
;
it
shrank
so
slowly
that
she
could
scarce
believe
it
was
shrinking
,
yet
she
soon
knew
that
it
could
not
contain
her
now
.
It
always
remained
as
complete
as
ever
,
but
it
became
smaller
and
smaller
,
and
the
garden
dwindled
at
the
same
time
,
and
the
snow
crept
closer
,
lapping
house
and
garden
up
.
Now
the
house
was
the
size
of
a
little
dog
's
kennel
,
and
now
of
a
Noah
's
Ark
,
but
still
you
could
see
the
smoke
and
the
door-handle
and
the
roses
on
the
wall
,
every
one
complete
.
The
glow-worm
light
was
waning
too
,
but
it
was
still
there
.
"
Darling
,
loveliest
,
do
n't
go
!
"
Maimie
cried
,
falling
on
her
knees
,
for
the
little
house
was
now
the
size
of
a
reel
of
thread
,
but
still
quite
complete
.
But
as
she
stretched
out
her
arms
imploringly
the
snow
crept
up
on
all
sides
until
it
met
itself
,
and
where
the
little
house
had
been
was
now
one
unbroken
expanse
of
snow
Maimie
stamped
her
foot
naughtily
,
and
was
putting
her
fingers
to
her
eyes
,
when
she
heard
a
kind
voice
say
,
"
Do
n't
cry
,
pretty
human
,
do
n't
cry
,
"
and
then
she
turned
round
and
saw
a
beautiful
little
naked
boy
regarding
her
wistfully
.
She
knew
at
once
that
he
must
be
Peter
Pan
.
Maimie
felt
quite
shy
,
but
Peter
knew
not
what
shy
was
.
"
I
hope
you
have
had
a
good
night
,
"
he
said
earnestly
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
she
replied
,
"
I
was
so
cosy
and
warm
.
But
you
"
--
and
she
looked
at
his
nakedness
awkwardly
--
"
do
n't
you
feel
the
least
bit
cold
?
"
Now
cold
was
another
word
Peter
had
forgotten
,
so
he
answered
,
"
I
think
not
,
but
I
may
be
wrong
:
you
see
I
am
rather
ignorant
.
I
am
not
exactly
a
boy
,
Solomon
says
I
am
a
Betwixt-and-Between
.
"
"
So
that
is
what
it
is
called
,
"
said
Maimie
thoughtfully
.
"
That
's
not
my
name
,
"
he
explained
,
"
my
name
is
Peter
Pan
.
"
"
Yes
,
of
course
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
know
,
everybody
knows
.
"
You
ca
n't
think
how
pleased
Peter
was
to
learn
that
all
the
people
outside
the
gates
knew
about
him
.
He
begged
Maimie
to
tell
him
what
they
knew
and
what
they
said
,
and
she
did
so
.
They
were
sitting
by
this
time
on
a
fallen
tree
;
Peter
had
cleared
off
the
snow
for
Maimie
,
but
he
sat
on
a
snowy
bit
himself
.
