"Of course Peter had been trifling with them, for no one can fly unless fairy dust has been blown on him...he blew some on each of them, with the most superb results. 'Now just wiggle your shoulders this way,' he said, 'and let go.'"
"'I wish I had a pretty house,
The littlest ever seen,
With funny little red walls
And roof of mossy green..."
"...about this time Peter invented, with Wendy's help, a new game that fascinated him enormously...It consisted in pretending not to have adventures...To see Peter doing nothing on a stool was a great sight; he could not help looking solemn at such times, to sit still seemed to him such a comic thing to do."
This book is published by Charles Scribner's Sons/Macmillan Publishing Co. It's a visitor to White Rabbit's shelf from The Berkeley Public Library.
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