“Peter,” asked John. “Can you really fly?”
Peter flew around the room.
“How sweet![34]” cried Wendy.
“Yes, I’m sweet, oh, I am sweet!” said Peter.
Children tried to fly from the floor and then from the beds, but they always went down instead of up.
“How do you do it?” asked John. He was quite a practical boy.
“I must blow the fairy dust on you,” and Peter blew some on each of them.
“Now just wiggle your shoulders,” he said, “and let go.”
So they tried, and found that they could fly; just a little at first, from the bed to the floor and back again; then over the bed and across the room. “Oh, lovely! We can fly! Look at me!”
“Look at me!”
“Look at me!”
“Let’s fly out!” cried John.
Michael was ready, but Wendy hesitated.
“Mermaids!” said Peter again.
“Oo!”
“And there are pirates.”
“Pirates,” cried John “let us go at once[35].”
“Tink, lead the way!” called Peter. None of the children had time to put on their day clothes, but John snatched his top hat as he flew out of the window, followed by Michael. Peter Pan held Wendy’s hand, and away they floated into the dark blue depths of the starry night.
A minute afterwards Mrs. Darling, who returned from the party, rushed into the nursery with Nana. But it was too late. The children were already on their way to the Neverland.
“Second to the right, and straight on till morning.”
That, Peter told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland. Peter just said anything that came into his head.
They were flying over the sea. Sometimes it was dark and sometimes light, and now they were very cold and again too warm.
Sometimes they were sleepy; and that was a danger, because they began to fall down. The awful thing was that Peter thought this funny.
“There he goes again!” he cried, as Michael suddenly dropped like a stone.
“Save him, save him!” cried Wendy. Eventually Peter dived through the air, and caught Michael; but he always waited till the last moment.
He could sleep in the air, he was lying on his back and floating, he was very light.
“You must be nice to him,” Wendy told her brothers. “What shall we do if he leaves us!”
“We could go back,” Michael said.
“How shall we find our way back without him?”
“That is the awful thing, John. We must go on, because we don’t know how to stop.”
This was true, Peter forgot to show them how to stop.