PETER. Look! (He is now over their heads.)
WENDY. Oh, how sweet!
PETER. I’m sweet, oh, I am sweet!
(It looks so easy that they try it first from the floor and then from their beds, without encouraging results.)
JOHN (rubbing his knees). How do you do it?
PETER (descending). You just think lovely wonderful thoughts and they lift you up in the air. (He is off again.)
JOHN. You are so nippy at it; couldn’t you do it very slowly once? (PETER does it slowly.) I’ve got it now, Wendy. (He tries; no, he has not got it, poor stay-at-home, though he knows the names of all the counties in England and PETER does not know one.)
PETER. I must blow the fairy dust on you first. (Fortunately his garments are smeared with it and he blows some dust on each.) Now, try; try from the bed. Just wriggle your shoulders this way, and then let go.
(The gallant MICHAEL, is the first to let go, and is borne across the room.)
