All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew wasthis. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower andran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her handto her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between themon the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Twois the beginning of the end.
Of course they lived at 14 [their house number on their street], and until Wendy came her mother was thechief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romanticmind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many youdiscover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could neverget, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.
The way Mr. Darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girldiscovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr. Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her. He got all of her, except the innermost boxand the kiss. He never knew about the box, and in time he gave up trying for the kiss. Wendy thoughtNapoleon could have got it, but I can picture him trying, and then going off in a passion, slamming thedoor.
All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew wasthis. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower andran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her handto her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between themon the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Twois the beginning of the end.
Of course they lived at 14 [their house number on their street], and until Wendy came her mother was thechief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romanticmind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many youdiscover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could neverget, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.
The way Mr. Darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girldiscovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr. Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her. He got all of her, except the innermost boxand the kiss. He never knew about the box, and in time he gave up trying for the kiss. Wendy thoughtNapoleon could have got it, but I can picture him trying, and then going off in a passion, slamming thedoor.