Dreams Do Come True, If

When The First Baby Laughed For The First Time, The Laugh Broke Into A Thousand Pieces And They All Went Skipping About, And That Was The Beginning Of Fairies.

Peter Was Not With Them For The Moment, And They Felt Rather Lonely Up There By Themselves. He Could Go So Much Faster Than They That He Would Suddenly Shoot Out Of Sight, To Have Some Adventure In Which They Had No Share. He Would Come Down Laughing Over Something Fearfully Funny He Had Been Saying To A Star, But He Had Already Forgotten What It Was, Or He Would Come Up With Mermaid Scales Still Sticking To Him, And Yet Not Be Able To To Say For Certain What Had Been Happening. It Was Really Rather Irritating To Children Who Had Never Seen A Mermaid.

They Were Going Round And Round The Island, But They Did Not Meet Because All Were Going At The Same Rate.

You Won't Forget Me, Peter, Will You, Before Spring-cleaning Time Comes? Of Course Peter Promised, And Then He Flew Away. He Took Mrs. Darling's Kiss With Him. The Kiss That Had Been For No One Else Peter Took Quite Easily. Funny. But She Seemd Satisfied.

Will They Reach The Nursery In Time? If So, How Delightful For Them, And We Shall All Breathe A Sigh Of Relief, But There Will Be No Story. On The Other Hand, If They Are Not In Time, I Solemnly Promise That It Will All Come Right In The End.