Chapter XI. WENDY’S STORY · page 21 2101Then having given the necessary instructions to the redskins he returned to the home, where an unworthy scene had been enacted in his absence.102Panic-stricken at the thought of losing Wendy the lost boys had advanced upon her threateningly.103“It will be worse than before she came,” they cried.104“We shan’t let her go.”105“Let’s keep her prisoner.”106“Ay, chain her up.”107In her extremity an instinct told her to which of them to turn.108“Tootles,” she cried, “I appeal to you.”109Was it not strange?110She appealed to Tootles, quite the silliest one.111Grandly, however, did Tootles respond.112For that one moment he dropped his silliness and spoke with dignity.113“I am just Tootles,” he said, “and nobody minds me.114But the first who does not behave to Wendy like an English gentleman I will blood him severely.”115He drew back his hanger; and for that instant his sun was at noon.116The others held back uneasily.117Then Peter returned, and they saw at once that they would get no support from him.118He would keep no girl in the Neverland against her will.119“Wendy,” he said, striding up and down, “I have asked the redskins to guide you through the wood, as flying tires you so.”120“Thank you, Peter.”121“Then,” he continued, in the short sharp voice of one accustomed to be obeyed, “Tinker Bell will take you across the sea.122Wake her, Nibs.”123Nibs had to knock twice before he got an answer, though Tink had really been sitting up in bed listening for some time.124“Who are you?125How dare you?126Go away,” she cried.127“You are to get up, Tink,” Nibs called, “and take Wendy on a journey.”128Of course Tink had been delighted to hear that Wendy was going; but she was jolly well determined not to be her courier, and she said so in still more offensive language.129Then she pretended to be asleep again.130“She says she won’t!”131Nibs exclaimed, aghast at such insubordination, whereupon Peter went sternly toward the young lady’s chamber.132“Tink,” he rapped out, “if you don’t get up and dress at once I will open the curtains, and then we shall all see you in your _negligée_.”133This made her leap to the floor.134“Who said I wasn’t getting up?” she cried.135In the meantime the boys were gazing very forlornly at Wendy, now equipped with John and Michael for the journey.136By this time they were dejected, not merely because they were about to lose her, but also because they felt that she was going off to something nice to which they had not been invited.137Novelty was beckoning to them as usual.138Crediting them with a nobler feeling Wendy melted.139“Dear ones,” she said, “if you will all come with me I feel almost sure I can get my father and mother to adopt you.”140The invitation was meant specially for Peter, but each of the boys was thinking exclusively of himself, and at once they jumped with joy.141“But won’t they think us rather a handful?”142Nibs asked in the middle of his jump.143“Oh no,” said Wendy, rapidly thinking it out, “it will only mean having a few beds in the drawing-room; they can be hidden behind the screens on first Thursdays.”144“Peter, can we go?” they all cried imploringly.145They took it for granted that if they went he would go also, but really they scarcely cared.146Thus children are ever ready, when novelty knocks, to desert their dearest ones.147“All right,” Peter replied with a bitter smile, and immediately they rushed to get their things.148“And now, Peter,” Wendy said, thinking she had put everything right, “I am going to give you your medicine before you go.”149She loved to give them medicine, and undoubtedly gave them too much.150Of course it was only water, but it was out of a bottle, and she always shook the bottle and counted the drops, which gave it a certain medicinal quality.151On this occasion, however, she did not give Peter his draught, for just as she had prepared it, she saw a look on his face that made her heart sink.152“Get your things, Peter,” she cried, shaking.153“No,” he answered, pretending indifference, “I am not going with you, Wendy.”154“Yes, Peter.”155“No.”156To show that her departure would leave him unmoved, he skipped up and down the room, playing gaily on his heartless pipes.157She had to run about after him, though it was rather undignified.158“To find your mother,” she coaxed.159Now, if Peter had ever quite had a mother, he no longer missed her.160He could do very well without one.161He had thought them out, and remembered only their bad points.162“No, no,” he told Wendy decisively; “perhaps she would say I was old, and I just want always to be a little boy and to have fun.”163“But, Peter—”164“No.”165And so the others had to be told.166“Peter isn’t coming.”167Peter not coming!168They gazed blankly at him, their sticks over their backs, and on each stick a bundle.169Their first thought was that if Peter was not going he had probably changed his mind about letting them go.170But he was far too proud for that.171“If you find your mothers,” he said darkly, “I hope you will like them.”172The awful cynicism of this made an uncomfortable impression, and most of them began to look rather doubtful.173After all, their faces said, were they not noodles to want to go?174“Now then,” cried Peter, “no fuss, no blubbering; good-bye, Wendy;” and he held out his hand cheerily, quite as if they must really go now, for he had something important to do.175She had to take his hand, and there was no indication that he would prefer a thimble.176“You will remember about changing your flannels, Peter?” she said, lingering over him.177She was always so particular about their flannels.178“Yes.”179“And you will take your medicine?”180“Yes.”181That seemed to be everything, and an awkward pause followed.182Peter, however, was not the kind that breaks down before other people.183“Are you ready, Tinker Bell?” he called out.184“Ay, ay.”185“Then lead the way.”186Tink darted up the nearest tree; but no one followed her, for it was at this moment that the pirates made their dreadful attack upon the redskins.187Above, where all had been so still, the air was rent with shrieks and the clash of steel.188Below, there was dead silence.189Mouths opened and remained open.checked by a teacher190Wendy fell on her knees, but her arms were extended toward Peter.191All arms were extended to him, as if suddenly blown in his direction; they were beseeching him mutely not to desert them.192As for Peter, he seized his sword, the same he thought he had slain Barbecue with, and the lust of battle was in his eye.1 2← previousChapter X. 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