(PETER, for the first time, has a good look at JOHN. He then neatly tumbles him out of bed.)
You wicked! you are not captain here. (She bends over her brother who is prone on the floor.) After all he hasn’t wakened, and you meant to be kind. (Having now done her duty she forgets JOHN, who blissfully sleeps on.) Peter, you may give me a kiss.
PETER (cynically). I thought you would want it back.
(He offers her the thimble.)
WENDY (artfully). Oh dear, I didn’t mean a kiss, Peter. I meant a thimble.
PETER (only half placated). What is that?
WENDY. It is like this. (She leans forward to give a demonstration, but something prevents the meeting of their faces.)
PETER (satisfied). Now shall I give you a thimble?
WENDY. If you please. (Before he can even draw near she screams.)
PETER. What is it?
