flying about with me, saying funny things to the stars. There are mermaids, Wendy, with long tails. (She just succeeds in remaining on the nursery floor.) Wendy, how we should all respect you.
(At this she strikes her colours.)
WENDY. Of course it’s awfully fas-cin-a-ting! Would you teach John and Michael to fly too?
PETER (indifferently). If you like.
WENDY (playing rum-tum on JOHN). John, wake up; there is a boy here who is to teach us to fly.
JOHN. Is there? Then I shall get up. (He raises his head from the floor.) Hullo, I am up!
WENDY. Michael, open your eyes. This boy is to teach us to fly.
(The sleepers are at once as awake as their father’s razor; but before a question can be asked NANA’S bark is heard.)
JOHN. Out with the light, quick, hide!
