Most Disquieting Reflection Of All, Was It

He Was A Poet; And They Are Never Exactly Grown-up.

I Bowl So Slowly That If I Don't Like A Ball I Can Run After It And Bring It Back

And So When Mrs. Darling Went Back To The Night-nursery To See If Her Husband Was Asleep, All The Beds Were Occupied. The Children Waited For Her Cry Of Joy, But It Did Not Come. She Saw Them, But She Did Not Believe They Were There. You See, She Saw Them In Their Beds So Often In Her Dreams That She Thought This Was Just The Dream Hanging Around Her Still.

Girls Are Much Too Clever To Fall Out Of Their Prams

Wendy, Wendy, When You Are Sleeping In Your Silly Bed You Might Be Flying About With Me Saying Funny Things To The Stars.