without a murmur, I said ‘Thank you, kind parents, for giving me bottles to make me well.’
(WENDY, who has appeared in her nightgown, hears this and believes.)
WENDY. That medicine you sometimes take is much nastier, isn’t it, father?
MR. DARLING (valuing her support). Ever so must nastier. And as an example to you, Michael, I would take it now (thankfully) if I hadn’t lost the bottle.
WENDY (always glad to be of service). I know where it is, father. I’ll fetch it.
(She is gone before he can stop her. He turns for help to JOHN, who has come from the bathroom attired for bed.)
MR. DARLING. John, it is the most beastly stuff. It is that sticky sweet kind.
JOHN (who is perhaps still playing at parents). Never mind, father, it will soon be over.
(A spasm of ill-will to JOHN cuts through MR. DARLING, and is gone. WENDY returns panting.)
WENDY. Here it is, father; I have been as quick as I could.
