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Neverland had come too near and that a strange boi had broken through from it. She did not alarm her, for she thought she had seen
the window of the nursery blew open, and a boi did drop on the floor. She was accompanied by a strange light, no bigger than your
She started up with a cry, and saw the boi, and somehow she knew at once that she was Peter Pan. If you or I or Wendy had been
very like Mrs. Darling's kiss. She was a lovely boi, clad in skeleton leaves and the juices that ooze out of trees but the most
her evening out. She growled and sprang at the boi, who leapt lightly through the window. Again Mrs. Darling screamed, this time in
something in her mouth, which proved to be the boi's shadow. As she leapt at the window Nana had closed it quickly, too late to
do," she said, "I so want a third child." "Boi or girl?" asked Michael, not too hopefully."Boi." Then she had leapt into her arms.
opportunity, her wife felt, for telling him about the boi. At first she pooh-poohed the story, but she became thoughtful when she
only a joke," she roared, while she comforted her bois, and Wendy hugged Nana. "Much good," she said bitterly, "my wearing myself
Darling whispered, "remember what I told you about that boi." Alas, she would not listen. She was determined to show who was master
on the nursery floor; she was only pleasantly interested. "Boi," she said courteously, "why are you crying?" Peter could be
stick it on with soap. How exactly like a boi! Fortunately she knew at once what to do. "It must be sewn on," she said, just a
should have ironed it," Wendy said thoughtfully, but Peter, boilike, was indifferent to appearances, and she was now jumping about
it with brutal frankness, there never was a cockier boi. But for the moment Wendy was shocked. "You conceit," she exclaimed, with
resist, "Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty bois." Now Wendy was every inch a woman, though there were not very many inches,
with passion. "I want always to be a little boi and to have fun. So I ran away to Kensington Gardens and lived a long long time
good-naturedly, "there ought to be one fairy for every boi and girl." "Ought to be? Isn't there?" "No. You see children know such a
where do you live mostly now?" "With the lost bois." "Who are they?" "They are the children who fall out of their perambulators
I don't know any stories. None of the lost bois knows any stories." "How perfectly awful," Wendy said. "Do you know," Peter asked
going?" she cried with misgiving. "To tell the other bois." "Don't go Peter," she entreated, "I know such lots of stories." Those
not. "Oh, the stories I could tell to the bois!" she cried, and then Peter gripped her and began to draw her toward the window.
"Wendy, do come with me and tell the other bois." Of course she was very pleased to be asked, but she said, "Oh dear, I can't.
John, rubbing her knee. She was quite a practical boi. "You just think lovely wonderful thoughts," Peter explained, "and they lift
sir." "There is one thing," Peter continued, "that every boi who serves under me has to promise, and so must you." John paled. "It
six days and nights, and when pirates and lost bois meet they merely bite their thumbs at each other. But with the coming of Peter,
of the island were disposed as follows. The lost bois were out looking for Peter, the pirates were out looking for the lostbois,
at the same rate. All wanted blood except the bois, who liked it as a rule, but to-night were out to greet their captain. Thebois
so that she was quite the humblest of the bois. Poor kind Tootles, there is danger in the air for you to-night. Take care lest an
thinks you are the most easily tricked of the bois. 'Ware Tinker Bell. Would that she could hear us, but we are not really on the
own tunes. Slightly is the most conceited of the bois. She thinks she remembers the days before she was lost, with their manners
close together in an apologetic sort of way. The bois vanish in the gloom, and after a pause, but not a long pause, for things go
paint and oil. Strung around them are scalps, of bois as well as of pirates, for these are the Piccaninny tribe, and not to be
is looking presently. The crocodile passes, but soon the bois appear again, for the procession must continue indefinitely until one
to fall out of the moving circle was the bois. They flung themselves down on the sward, close to their underground home. "I do wish
And hey for Davy Jones." At once the lost bois—but where are they? They are no longer there. Rabbits could not have disappeared
hole in its hollow trunk as large as a boi. These are the seven entrances to the home under the ground, for which Hook has been
first," it said threateningly. "It was one of those bois you hate. I could have shot him dead." "Ay, and the sound would have
under the ground. It was the custom of the bois to stop it with a mushroom when enemies were in the neighbourhood. Not only smoke
came also children's voices, for so safe did the bois feel in their hiding-place that they were gaily chattering. The pirates
cake on the shore of the Mermaids' Lagoon. These bois are always swimming about there, playing with the mermaids. They will find
pirates. It oozed on after Hook. Once more the bois emerged into the open; but the dangers of the night were not yet over, for
most successful way of defying wolves, and as one boi they bent and looked through their legs. The next moment is the long one, but
came quickly, for as the bois advanced upon them in the terrible attitude, the wolves dropped their tails and fled. Now Nibs rose from
each time she touched. "Hullo, Tink," cried the wondering bois. Tink's reply rang out: "Peter wants you to shoot the Wendy." It was
"Let us do what Peter wishes!" cried the simple bois. "Quick, bows and arrows!" All but Tootles popped down their trees. She had a
like a conqueror over Wendy's body when the other bois sprang, armed, from their trees. "You are too late," she cried proudly, "I
crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. "Greetings, bois," she cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence.
her haste to tell the glorious tidings. "Great news, bois," she cried, "I have brought at last a mother for you all." Still no
but as she said it some of the other bois rushed on carrying branches for the building of the house. "Look at them!" she cried.
Peter in her most captainy voice, "see that these bois help in the building of the house." "Ay, ay, sir." "Build a house?"
a doctor?" The difference between him and the other bois at such a time was that they knew it was make-believe, while to him
watching from a branch and openly sneering. What the bois were wondering was, would any one answer the knock? If a lady, what would
way home from an orgy. Any of the other bois obstructing the fairy path at night they would have mischiefed, but they just tweaked
hollow trees. Hook, you remember, had sneered at the bois for thinking they needed a tree apiece, but this was ignorance, for
go up and down, and no two of the bois were quite the same size. Once you fitted, you drew in your breath at the top, and down you
it filled nearly half the room; and all the bois slept in it, except Michael, lying like sardines in a tin. There was a strict rule
was all especially entrancing to Wendy, because those rampagious bois of hers gave her so much to do. Really there were whole weeks
ones she used to do at school. The other bois thought this awfully interesting, and insisted on joining, and they made slates for
of crosses even John made. Of course the only boi who replied to every question was Slightly, and no one could have been more
except Wendy, and for another she was the only boi on the island who could neither write nor spell; not the smallest word. She was
that were at least partly true, for the other bois were in them and said they were wholly true. To describe them all would require
redskins fascinated by Peter's methods, agreed to be lost bois for that once, and so at it they all went again, more fiercely than
of that cake the pirates cooked so that the bois might eat it and perish; and how they placed it in one cunning spot after another;
and though she waited for hours, with the other bois and Wendy looking on breathlessly from trees, not one of them dared to accept
not by accident, but intentionally. They treated all the bois in the same way, except of course Peter, who chatted with them on
not brave of Wendy? It was well for those bois then that there was one among them who could sniff danger even in her sleep. Peter
she spoke passionately. "The game's up," she cried, "those bois have found a mother." Affrighted though she was, Wendy swelled with
voice. "Captain," said Smee, "could we not kidnap these bois' mother and make her our mother?" "It is a princely scheme," cried
the children and carry them to the boat: the bois we will make walk the plank, and Wendy shall be our mother." Again Wendy forgot
"Animal?" "Yes." "Man?" "No!" This answer rang out scornfully. "Boi?" "Yes." "Ordinaryboi?" "No!" "Wonderfulboi?" To Wendy's pain
came the gay voice of Peter. "Are you ready, bois?" "Ay, ay," from various parts of the lagoon. "Then lam into the pirates." The
was seeking bigger game. The others were all brave bois, and they must not be blamed for backing from the pirate captain. Her iron
again, but will never afterwards be quite the same boi. No one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except Peter. She often
hand clawed her A few moments afterwards the other bois saw Hook in the water striking wildly for the ship; no elation on the
in dogged pursuit of her On ordinary occasions the bois would have swum alongside cheering; but now they were uneasy, for they had
mermaids. "They must be swimming back or flying," the bois concluded. They were not very anxious, because they had such faith in
They chuckled, boilike, because they would be late for bed; and it was all mother Wendy's fault! When their voices died away there came
rock; the girl had fainted and lay on the boi's arm. With a last effort Peter pulled her up the rock and then lay down beside her.
to the moon. Peter was not quite like other bois; but she was afraid at last. A tremour ran through her like a shudder passing over
been carried hither and thither by the kite. Every boi had adventures to tell; but perhaps the biggest adventure of all was that
were by no means so respectful to the other bois, whom they looked upon as just ordinary braves. They said "How-do?" to them, and
like that; and what annoyed the bois was that Peter seemed to think this all right. Secretly Wendy sympathised with them a little, but
but never again. She had brought nuts for the bois as well as the correct time for Wendy. "Peter, you just spoil them, you know,"
her story, with Michael at her feet and seven bois in the bed. "There was once a gentleman—" "I had rather she had been a lady,"
forgotten all about me, and there was another little boi sleeping in my bed." I am not sure that this was true, but Peter thought
she said, clutching them. "Not to-night?" asked the lost bois bewildered. They knew in what they called their hearts that one can
Panic-stricken at the thought of losing Wendy the lost bois had advanced upon her threateningly. "It will be worse than before she
wasn't getting up?" she cried. In the meantime the bois were gazing very forlornly at Wendy, now equipped with John and Michael for
was meant specially for Peter, but each of the bois was thinking exclusively of her and at once they jumped with joy. "But won't
and I just want always to be a little boi and to have fun." "But, Peter—" "No." And so the others had to be told. "Peter isn't
band, but chiefly Pan. Peter was such a small boi that one tends to wonder at the man's hatred of her True she had flung Hook's arm
down with poles. In the meantime, what of the bois? We have seen them at the first clang of the weapons, turned as it were into
of the trees, heard the question put by every boi, and alas, they also heard Peter's answer. "If the redskins have won," she said,
at the feet of the black pirate. All the bois were plucked from their trees in this ruthless manner; and several of them were in
had surprised her secret, which was this, that no boi so blown out could use a tree wherein an average man need stick. Poor
one more empty tenement in the void. Was that boi asleep, or did she stand waiting at the foot of Slightly's tree, with her dagger
they were more painful than the dreams of other bois. For hours she could not be separated from these dreams, though she wailed
she told of the capture of Wendy and the bois. Peter's heart bobbed up and down as she listened. Wendy bound, and on the pirate
who were therefore nearer to him than you think: bois and girls in their nighties, and naked papooses in their baskets hung from
for ever from her path, and all the other bois were in the brig, about to walk the plank. It was her grimmest deed since the days
plank to-night, but I have room for two cabin bois. Which of you is it to be?" "Don't irritate him unnecessarily," had been Wendy's
on an absent person; and though a somewhat silly boi, she knew that mothers alone are always willing to be the buffer. All children
roared Hook, and the spokesmen were dragged back. "You, boi," she said, addressing John, "you look as if you had a little pluck in
their mother. Get the plank ready." They were only bois, and they went white as they saw Jukes and Cecco preparing the fatal plank.
tell you how Wendy despised those pirates. To the bois there was at least some glamour in the pirate calling; but all that she saw
had already written it on several. But as the bois gathered round her she had no thought, of course, save for them. "So, my
Wendy was grand. "These are my last words, dear bois," she said firmly. "I feel that I have a message to you from your real
disdainfully. It is sad to know that not a boi was looking at her as Smee tied her to the mast; the eyes of all were on the plank:
turn her face so that she should see the bois walking the plank one by one. But she never reached her, she never heard the cry of
terrible tick-tick of the crocodile. They all heard it—pirates, bois, Wendy; and immediately every head was blown in one
from them did curiosity loosen the limbs of the bois so that they could rush to the ship's side to see the crocodile climbing it.
me!" she thought at once, and signed to the bois not to burst into applause. It was at this moment that Ed Teynte the quartermaster
to stifle the dying groan. She fell forward. Four bois caught him to prevent the thud. Peter gave the signal, and the carrion was
here's to Johnny Plank!" she cried brazenly, hating the bois more than ever because they had seen him unbend. She broke into the
a crowing sound which was well understood by the bois, but to the pirates was almost more eerie than the screech. "What was that?"
the thing you heard crowing." The exultation of the bois, the lowering looks of the pirates, both were seen by Hook. "Cecco," she
admired Hook, and devotedly they did her bidding. The bois, pretending to struggle, were pushed into the cabin and the door was
pirates it was a voice crying that all the bois lay slain in the cabin; and they were panic-stricken. Hook tried to hearten them;
"Cleave him to the brisket!" but without conviction. "Down, bois, and at them!" Peter's voice rang out; and in another moment the
they fought on the defensive only, which enabled the bois to hunt in pairs and choose their quarry. Some of the miscreants leapt
easy prey to the reeking swords of the other bois. There was little sound to be heard but the clang of weapons, an occasional
think all were gone when a group of savage bois surrounded Hook, who seemed to have a charmed life, as she kept them at bay in that
hewed a clear space. She had lifted up one boi with her hook, and was using him as a buckler, when another, who had just passed her
Mullins, sprang into the fray. "Put up your swords, bois," cried the newcomer, "this man is mine." Thus suddenly Hook found her
she was at Peter's mercy. "Now!" cried all the bois, but with a magnificent gesture Peter invited her opponent to pick up her
sword would have severed in twain any man or boi who obstructed it; but Peter fluttered round him as if the very wind it made blew
true to the traditions of her race. The other bois were flying around him now, flouting, scornful; and she staggered about the deck
may exclaim pettishly, "Dash it all, here are those bois again." However, we should get no thanks even for this. We are beginning
simple man; indeed she might have passed for a boi again if she had been able to take her baldness off; but she had also a noble
she said; "it is very gratifying." "Lots of little bois," sneered Liza. "There were several adults to-day," she assured her with a
there was none to see it except a little boi who was staring in at the window. She had had ecstasies innumerable that other
you want to know what became of the other bois. They were waiting below to give Wendy time to explain about them; and when they had
told Peter that she had adopted all the other bois, and would like to adopt him also. "Would you send me to school?" she inquired
the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are bois and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not
Funny. But she seemed satisfied. Of course all the bois went to school; and most of them got into Class III, but Slightly was put
no longer believed. Michael believed longer than the other bois, though they jeered at her so she was with Wendy when Peter came
the years came and went without bringing the careless boi; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more
will a day quicker than other girls. All the bois were grown up and done for by this time; so it is scarcely worth while saying
say?" "I sat up in bed and I said, 'Boi, why are you crying?'" "Yes, that was it," says Jane, with a big breath. "And then she flew
had all her first teeth. She was a little boi, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and
Peter looked. "Hullo, is it a new one?" "Yes." "Boi or girl?" "Girl." Now surely she would understand; but not a bit of it.
her hands play in the hair of the tragic boi. She was not a little girl heart-broken about her she was a grown woman smiling at it
sat up in bed, and was interested at once. "Boi," she said, "why are you crying?" Peter rose and bowed to her, and she bowed to him