Mrs.DarlingfirstheardofPeterwhenshewastidyingupherchildren'sminds. Itisthenightlycustomofeverygoodmotherafterherchildrenareasleeptorummageintheirmindsandputthingsstraightfornextmorning,repackingintotheirproperplacesthemanyarticlesthathavewanderedduringtheday. Ifyoucouldkeepawake(butofcourseyoucan't)youwouldseeyourownmotherdoingthis,andyouwouldfinditveryinterestingtowatchher.Itisquiteliketidyingupdrawers. Youwouldseeheronherknees,Iexpect,lingeringhumorouslyoversomeofyourcontents,wonderingwhereonearthyouhadpickedthisthingup,makingdiscoveriessweetandnotsosweet,pressingthistohercheekasifitwereasniceasakitten,andhurriedlystowingthatoutofsight. Whenyouwakeinthemorning,thenaughtinessandevilpassionswithwhichyouwenttobedhavebeenfoldedupsmallandplacedatthebottomofyourmindandonthetop,beautifullyaired,arespreadoutyourprettierthoughts,readyforyoutoputon. Idon'tknowwhetheryouhaveeverseenamapofaperson'smind. Doctorssometimesdrawmapsofotherpartsofyou,andyourownmapcanbecomeintenselyinteresting,butcatchthemtryingtodrawamapofachild'smind,whichisnotonlyconfused,butkeepsgoingroundallthetime. Therearezigzaglinesonit,justlikeyourtemperatureonacard,andtheseareprobablyroadsintheisland,fortheNeverlandisalwaysmoreorlessanisland,withastonishingsplashesofcolourhereandthere,andcoralreefsandrakish-lookingcraftintheoffing,andsavagesandlonelylairs,andgnomeswhoaremostlytailors,andcavesthroughwhichariverruns,andprinceswithsixelderbrothers,andahutfastgoingtodecay,andoneverysmalloldladywithahookednose. Itwouldbeaneasymapifthatwereall,butthereisalsofirstdayatschool,religion,fathers,theroundpond,needle-work,murders,hangings,verbsthattakethedative,chocolatepuddingday,gettingintobraces,sayninety-nine,three-penceforpullingoutyourtoothyourself,andsoon,andeitherthesearepartoftheislandortheyareanothermapshowingthrough,anditisallratherconfusing,especiallyasnothingwillstandstill. OfcoursetheNeverlandsvaryagooddeal. John's,forinstance,hadalagoonwithflamingoesflyingoveritatwhichJohnwasshooting,whileMichael,whowasverysmall,hadaflamingowithlagoonsflyingoverit. Johnlivedinaboatturnedupsidedownonthesands,Michaelinawigwam,Wendyinahouseofleavesdeftlysewntogether. Johnhadnofriends,Michaelhadfriendsatnight,Wendyhadapetwolfforsakenbyitsparents,butonthewholetheNeverlandshaveafamilyresemblance,andiftheystoodstillinarowyoucouldsayofthemthattheyhaveeachother'snose,andsoforth. Onthesemagicshoreschildrenatplayareforeverbeachingtheircoracles[simpleboat]. Wetoohavebeenthere;wecanstillhearthesoundofthesurf,thoughweshalllandnomore. OfalldelectableislandstheNeverlandisthesnuggestandmostcompact,notlargeandsprawly,youknow,withtediousdistancesbetweenoneadventureandanother,butnicelycrammed. Whenyouplayatitbydaywiththechairsandtable-cloth,itisnotintheleastalarming,butinthetwominutesbeforeyougotosleepitbecomesveryreal.Thatiswhytherearenight-lights. Occasionallyinhertravelsthroughherchildren'smindsMrs.Darlingfoundthingsshecouldnotunderstand,andofthesequitethemostperplexingwasthewordPeter. SheknewofnoPeter,andyethewashereandthereinJohnandMichael'sminds,whileWendy'sbegantobescrawledalloverwithhim. Thenamestoodoutinbolderlettersthananyoftheotherwords,andasMrs.Darlinggazedshefeltthatithadanoddlycockyappearance. "Yes,heisrathercocky,"Wendyadmittedwithregret.Hermotherhadbeenquestioningher. "HeisPeterPan,youknow,mother." AtfirstMrs.Darlingdidnotknow,butafterthinkingbackintoherchildhoodshejustrememberedaPeterPanwhowassaidtolivewiththefairies. Therewereoddstoriesabouthim,asthatwhenchildrendiedhewentpartofthewaywiththem,sothattheyshouldnotbefrightened. Shehadbelievedinhimatthetime,butnowthatshewasmarriedandfullofsenseshequitedoubtedwhethertherewasanysuchperson. "Besides,"shesaidtoWendy,"hewouldbegrownupbythistime." "Ohno,heisn'tgrownup,"Wendyassuredherconfidently,"andheisjustmysize."Shemeantthathewashersizeinbothmindandbody;shedidn'tknowhowsheknew,shejustknewit. Mrs.DarlingconsultedMr.Darling,buthesmiledpooh-pooh. "Markmywords,"hesaid,"itissomenonsenseNanahasbeenputtingintotheirheads;justthesortofideaadogwouldhave.Leaveitalone,anditwillblowover." ButitwouldnotblowoverandsoonthetroublesomeboygaveMrs.Darlingquiteashock. Childrenhavethestrangestadventureswithoutbeingtroubledbythem. Forinstance,theymayremembertomention,aweekaftertheeventhappened,thatwhentheywereinthewoodtheyhadmettheirdeadfatherandhadagamewithhim. ItwasinthiscasualwaythatWendyonemorningmadeadisquietingrevelation. Someleavesofatreehadbeenfoundonthenurseryfloor,whichcertainlywerenottherewhenthechildrenwenttobed,andMrs.DarlingwaspuzzlingoverthemwhenWendysaidwithatolerantsmile: "IdobelieveitisthatPeteragain!" "Whateverdoyoumean,Wendy?" "Itissonaughtyofhimnottowipehisfeet,"Wendysaid,sighing.Shewasatidychild. Sheexplainedinquiteamatter-of-factwaythatshethoughtPetersometimescametothenurseryinthenightandsatonthefootofherbedandplayedonhispipestoher. Unfortunatelysheneverwoke,soshedidn'tknowhowsheknew,shejustknew. "Whatnonsenseyoutalk,precious.Noonecangetintothehousewithoutknocking." "Ithinkhecomesinbythewindow,"shesaid. "Mylove,itisthreefloorsup." "Werenottheleavesatthefootofthewindow,mother?" Itwasquitetrue;theleaveshadbeenfoundverynearthewindow. Mrs.Darlingdidnotknowwhattothink,foritallseemedsonaturaltoWendythatyoucouldnotdismissitbysayingshehadbeendreaming. "Mychild,"themothercried,"whydidyounottellmeofthisbefore?" "Iforgot,"saidWendylightly.Shewasinahurrytogetherbreakfast. Oh,surelyshemusthavebeendreaming. But,ontheotherhand,thereweretheleaves. Mrs.Darlingexaminedthemverycarefully;theywereskeletonleaves,butshewassuretheydidnotcomefromanytreethatgrewinEngland. Shecrawledaboutthefloor,peeringatitwithacandleformarksofastrangefoot. Sherattledthepokerupthechimneyandtappedthewalls. Sheletdownatapefromthewindowtothepavement,anditwasasheerdropofthirtyfeet,withoutsomuchasaspouttoclimbupby. CertainlyWendyhadbeendreaming. ButWendyhadnotbeendreaming,astheverynextnightshowed,thenightonwhichtheextraordinaryadventuresofthesechildrenmaybesaidtohavebegun. Onthenightwespeakofallthechildrenwereoncemoreinbed. IthappenedtobeNana'seveningoff,andMrs.Darlinghadbathedthemandsungtothemtillonebyonetheyhadletgoherhandandslidawayintothelandofsleep. Allwerelookingsosafeandcosythatshesmiledatherfearsnowandsatdowntranquillybythefiretosew. ItwassomethingforMichael,whoonhisbirthdaywasgettingintoshirts. Thefirewaswarm,however,andthenurserydimlylitbythreenight-lights,andpresentlythesewinglayonMrs.Darling'slap. Thenherheadnodded,oh,sogracefully.Shewasasleep. Lookatthefourofthem,WendyandMichaeloverthere,Johnhere,andMrs.Darlingbythefire. Thereshouldhavebeenafourthnight-light. Whileshesleptshehadadream.ShedreamtthattheNeverlandhadcometoonearandthatastrangeboyhadbrokenthroughfromit. Hedidnotalarmher,forshethoughtshehadseenhimbeforeinthefacesofmanywomenwhohavenochildren. Perhapsheistobefoundinthefacesofsomemothersalso. ButinherdreamhehadrentthefilmthatobscurestheNeverland,andshesawWendyandJohnandMichaelpeepingthroughthegap. Thedreambyitselfwouldhavebeenatrifle,butwhileshewasdreamingthewindowofthenurseryblewopen,andaboydiddroponthefloor. Hewasaccompaniedbyastrangelight,nobiggerthanyourfist,whichdartedabouttheroomlikealivingthingandIthinkitmusthavebeenthislightthatwakenedMrs.Darling. Shestartedupwithacry,andsawtheboy,andsomehowsheknewatoncethathewasPeterPan. IfyouorIorWendyhadbeenthereweshouldhaveseenthathewasverylikeMrs.Darling'skiss. Hewasalovelyboy,cladinskeletonleavesandthejuicesthatoozeoutoftreesbutthemostentrancingthingabouthimwasthathehadallhisfirstteeth. Whenhesawshewasagrown-up,hegnashedthelittlepearlsather.