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Jane is the daughter of Wendy and Wendy's husband Edward. John Darling ( maternal uncle) However it seems she got her dirty blonde hair color from her Uncle Michael and her practical Also, because she apparently grew up too fast and never had a chance to meet Peter Pan by the start of World War II, she has. I remember writing the story of Peter and Wendy many years after the production heart-beats shall be with my beloved solitary London that was so hard to reach. . The pirate captain's end was not in the mouth of a crocodile though we had .. (MICHAEL emerges from the bathroom in JOHN'S old pyjamas and giving his. Wendy and her brothers, John and Michael, fly away to Neverland, where the boys have happened had Peter eventually decided to grow up, and a live -action adaptation. . Wendy (until Peter saves her) and Hook (when he's eaten by the crocodile). Peter, also, when he's about to drown alone on Marooner's Rock.
NANA goes, a drooping figure. Let me brush you, dear. Once more she is successful. I sometimes think, Mary, that it is a mistake to have a dog for a nurse. George, Nana is a treasure. No doubt; but I have an uneasy feeling at times that she looks upon the children as puppies. Oh no, dear one, I am sure she knows they have souls. I wonder, I wonder. The opportunity has come for her to tell him of something that is on her mind. George, we must keep Nana. I will tell you why.
Her seriousness impresses him. My dear, when I came into this room to-night I saw a face at the window. A face at the window, three floors up? It was the face of a little boy; he was trying to get in. George, this is not the first time I have seen that boy. The first time was a week ago. It was Nana's night out, and I had been drowsing here by the fire when suddenly I felt a draught, as if the window were open.
I looked round and I saw that boy—in the room. Just then Nana came back and she at once sprang at him. The boy leapt for the window. She pulled down the sash quickly, but was too late to catch him. The boy escaped, but his shadow had not time to get out; down came the window and cut it clean off. Mary, Mary, why didn't you keep that shadow? I rolled it up, George; and here it is. She produces it from a drawer.
They unroll and examine the flimsy thing, which is not more material than a puff of smoke, and if let go would probably float into the ceiling without discolouring it. Yet it has human shape. As they nod their heads over it they present the most satisfying picture on earth, two happy parents conspiring cosily by the fire for the good of their children. It is nobody I know, but he does look ascoundrel.
I think he comes back to get his shadow,George. He sees himself telling the story to the other stools at the office. There is money in this, my love. I shall take it to the British Museum to-morrow and have it priced. The shadow is rolled up and replaced in the drawer. George, I have not told you all; I am afraid to.
No, I 'm not. Oh yes, you are. George, I 'm not. Then why not tell? Thus cleverly soothed she goes on. The boy was not alone that first time. He was accompanied by—I don't know how to describe it; by a ball of light, not as big as my fist, but it darted about the room like a living thing. That is very unusual. It escaped with the boy?
Sliding her hand into his. George, what can all this mean? This intimate scene is broken by the return of NANA with a bottle in her mouth. What is that, Nana?Peter Pan (2003) - 'Flying' Scene
Ah, of course; Michael, it is your medicine. Be a man, Michael. I'll get you a lovely chocky to take after it. She leaves the room, though her husband calls after her. Mary, don't pamper him. When I was your age, Michael, I took medicine without a murmur. I said 'Thank you, kind parents, for giving me bottles to make me well. That medicine you sometimes take is much nastier, isn't it, father?
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Ever so much nastier. And as an example to you, Michael, I would take it now thankfully if I hadn't lost the bottle. WENDY always glad to be of service. I know where itis, father. She is gone before he can stop her. He turns for help to JOHN, who has come from the bathroom attired for bed. John, it is the most beastly stuff. It is that sticky sweet kind. JOHN who is perhaps still playing at parents. Never mind, father, it will soon be over. Here it is, father; I have been as quick as I could.
You have been wonderfully quick, precious quick! Michael, now you will see how father takes it. It will make me sick, you know. Hold your tongue, sir. I thought you took it quite easily, father, saying 'Thank you, kind parents, for———' MR. That is not the point; the point is that there is more in my glass than in Michael's spoon.
It isn't fair, I swear though it were with my last breath, it is not fair. It's all very well to say you are waiting; soam I waiting. Father 's a cowardy custard. So are you a cowardy custard. They are now glaring at each other. I am not frightened. Neither am I frightened. Well, then, take it. Well, then, you take it.
WENDY butting in again. Why not take it at the same time? Are you ready, Michael? WENDY as nothing has happened. Father hasn't taken his! What do you mean by 'oh father'? Stop that row, Michael. I meant to take mine but I—missed it.
NANA shakes her head sadly over him, and goes into the bathroom. They are all looking as if they did not admire him, and nothing so dashes a temperamental man. I say, I have just thought of a splendid joke. I shall pour my medicine into Nana's bowl, and she will drink it thinking it is milk!
The pleasantry does not appeal, but he prepares the joke, listening for appreciation. You silly little things; to your beds everyone of you; I am ashamed of you. They steal to their beds as MRS. Well, is it all over? Father didn't—— Father glares. All over, dear, quite satisfactorily. Nana, good dog, good girl; I have put a little milk into your bowl. The bowl is by the kennel, and NANA begins to lap, only begins. She retreats into the kennel. What is the matter, Nana? George, it is your medicine!
The children break into lamentation. He gives his wife an imploring look; he is begging for one smile, but does not get it. In consequence he goes from bad to worse. It was only a joke. Much good my wearing myself to the bone trying to be funny in this house. WENDY on her knees by the kennel. Father, Nana is crying.
Coddle her; nobody coddles me. I am only the bread-winner, why should I be coddled? George, not so loud; the servants will hearyou. There is only one maid, absurdly small too, but they have got into the way of calling her the servants.
Let them hear me; bring in the whole world. The desperate man, who has not been in fresh air for days, has now lost all self-control. I refuse to allow that dog to lord it in my nursery for one hour longer. In vain, in vain, the proper place for you is the yard, and there you go to be tied up this instant. NANA again retreats into the kennel, and the children add their prayers to hers.
George, George, remember what I told you about that boy. Am I master in this house or is she? He thunders at her, but she indicates that she has reasons not worth troubling him with for remaining where she is.
He resorts to a false bonhomie. There, there, did she think he was angry with her, poor Nana? She wriggles a response in the affirmative. Good Nana, pretty Nana. She has seldom been called pretty, and it has the old effect.
She plays rub-a-dub with her paws, which is how a dog blushes. She will come to her kind master, won't she? She advances, retreats, waggles her head, her tail, and eventually goes to him.
He seizes her collar in an iron grip and amid the cries of his progeny drags her from the room. They listen, for her remonstrances are not inaudible. Be brave, my dears. He is chaining Nana up! This unfortunately is what he is doing, though we cannot see him. Let us hope that he then retires to his study, looks up the word 'temper' in his Thesaurus, and under the influence of those benign pages becomes a better man.
In the meantime the children have been put to bed in unwonted silence, and MRS.
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JOHN as the barking below goes on. She is awfully unhappy. That is not Nana's unhappy bark. That is her bark when she smells danger. Are you sure, Wendy? WENDY the one of the family, for there is one in every family, who can be trusted to know or not to know. Her mother looks this way and that from the window. All quite quiet and still. Oh, how I wish I was not going out to dinner to-night. Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?
They are the eyes amother leaves behind her to guard her children. Nevertheless we may be sure she means to tell LIZA, the little maid, to look in on them frequently till she comes home. She goes from bed to bed, after her custom, tucking them in and crooning a lullaby.
Mother, I 'm glad of you. Dear night-lights that protect my sleeping babes, burn clear and steadfast to-night.
The nursery darkens and she is gone, intentionally leaving the door ajar. Something uncanny is going to happen, we expect, for a quiver has passed through the room, just sufficient to touch the night-lights. They blink three times one after the other and go out, precisely as children whom familiarity has made them resemble fall asleep. There is another light in the room now, no larger than MRS. DARLING'S fist, and in the time we have taken to say this it has been into the drawers and wardrobe and searched pockets, as it darts about looking for a certain shadow.
In so far as he is dressed at all it is in autumn leaves and cobwebs. PETER in a whisper. Tinker Bell, Tink, are you there? A jug lights up. Oh, do come out of that jug. TINKflashes hither and thither? Do you know where they put it? The answer comes as of a tinkle of bells; it is the fairy language. PETER can speak it, but it bores him.
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Yes, do show me. He flies onto the mantelshelf as a hiding-place. Then, as she has not waked, he flutters over the beds as an easy way to observe the occupants, closes the window softly, wafts himself to the drawer and scatters its contents to the floor, as kings on their wedding day toss ha'pence to the crowd.
In his joy at finding his shadow he forgets that he has shut up TINK in the drawer. He sits on the floor with the shadow, confident that he and it will join like drops of water.
Then he tries to stick it on with soap from the bathroom, and this failing also, he subsides dejectedly on the floor. Boy, why are you crying? He jump up, and crossing to the foot of the bed bows to her in the fairy way. WENDY, impressed, bows to him from the bed. What is your name? Wendy Moira Angela Darling. PETER finding it lamentably brief. PETER biting his lip. I am so sorry. Where do you live? Second to the right and then straight on till morning.
What a funny address! I mean, is that what they put on the letters? Don't get any letters. But your mother gets letters?
Don't have a mother. She leaps out of bed to put her arms round him, but he draws back; he does not know why, but he knows he must draw back. You mustn't touch me. No one must ever touch me. He is never touched by any one in the play.
No wonder you were crying. But I can't get my shadow to stick on. It has come off! Looking at the spot where he had lain. Peter, you have been trying to stick it on with soap! It must be sewn on. You are dreadfully ignorant. I will sew it on for you, my little man. But we must have more light. She touches something, and to his astonishment the room is illuminated. I dare say it will hurt a little.
PETER a recent remark of hers rankling. She seems to attach the shadow. He tests the combination. It isn't quite itself yet. Perhaps I should have ironed it. It awakes and is as glad to be back with him as he to have it.
He and his shadow dance together. He is showing off now. He crows like a cock. Wendy, look, look; oh the cleverness of me! You conceit, of course I did nothing! You did a little. If I am no use I can at least withdraw. With one haughty leap she is again in bed with the sheet over her face. Popping on to the end of the bed the artful one appeals. I can't help crowing, Wendy, when I'm pleased with myself. Wendy, one girl is worth more than twenty boys.
WENDY peeping over the sheet. You really think so, Peter? I think it's perfectly sweet of you, and I shall get up again. They sit together on the side of the bed. I shall give you a kiss if you like. He holds out his hand. Don't you know what a kiss is? I shall know when you give it me. Not to hurt his feelings she gives him her thimble. Now shall I give youa kiss? He pulls an acorn button off his person and bestows it on her. She is shocked but considerate.
I will wear it on this chain round my neck. Peter, how old are you?
I don't know, but quite young, Wendy. I ran away the day I was born. Because I heard father and mother talking of what I was to be when I became a man. I want always to be a little boy and to have fun; so I ran away to Kensington Gardens and lived a long time among the fairies.
WENDY with great eyes. You know fairies, Peter! PETER surprised that this should be a recommendation. Yes, but they are nearly all dead now. Baldly You see, Wendy, 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.
And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. Children know such a lot now. Soon they don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead. He skips about heartlessly. I can't think where she has gone.
Tinker Bell, Tink, where are you? Peter, you don't mean to tell me that there is a fairy in this room! PETER flitting about in search. She came with me. You don't hear anything, do you? I hear—the only sound I hear is like a tinkle of bells. That is the fairy language. I hear it too. It seems to come from over there. Wendy, I believe I shut her up in that drawer!
He releases TINK, who darts about in a fury using language it is perhaps as well we don't understand. You needn't say that; I 'm very sorry, but how could I know you were in the drawer? WENDY her eyes dancing in pursuit of the delicious creature.
Oh, Peter, if only she would stand still and let me see her! They hardly ever stand still. To show that she can do even this TINK pauses between two ticks of the cuckoo clock. I see her, the lovely! She is behind the clock. Tink, this lady wishes you were her fairy. The answer comes immediately. What does she say? She is not very polite. She says you are a great ugly girl, and that she is my fairy.
You know, Tink, you can't be my fairy because I am a gentleman and you are a lady. What did she say? She said 'You silly ass. She is called Tinker Bell because she mends the fairy pots and kettles. Where do you live now? With the lost boys. They are the children who fall out of their prams when the nurse is looking the other way. If they are not claimed in seven days they are sent far away to the Never-Land. What fun it must be. Yes, but we are rather lonely. You see, Wendy, we have no female companionship.
Are none of the other children girls? Oh no; girls, you know, are much too clever to fall out of their prams. Peter, it is perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls. John there just depises us. He then neatly tumbles him out of bed. She bends over her brother who is prone on the floor. After all he hasn't wakened, and you meant to be kind.
Having now done her duty she forgets JOHN, who blissfully sleep on. Peter, you may give me a kiss. I thought you would want it back. He offers her the thimble. Oh dear, I didn't mean a kiss, Peter. I meant a thimble. PETER only half placated. It is like this. She leans forward to give a demonstration, but something prevents the meeting of their faces.
Now shall I give you a thimble? Before he can even draw near she screams. That must have been Tink. I never knew her so naughty before. She is in the jug again. She says she will do that every time I give you a thimble. He has to translate the answer. She said 'You silly ass' again. She is very impertinent. They are sitting on the floor now. Peter, why did you come to our nursery window?
To try to hear stories None of us knows any stories. Do you know why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories. Wendy, your mother was telling you such a lovely story.
Which story was it? About the prince, and he couldn't find the lady who wore the glass slipper. Peter, he found her and they were happy ever after. They have worked their way along the floor close to each other, but he now jumps up. Where are you going? PETER already on his way to the window. To tell the other boys. I know lots of stories. The stories I could tell to the boys! How he would like to rip those stories out of her; he is dangerous now.
The original book contains a frontispiece and 11 half-tone plates by artistF. The two versions differ in some details of the story, but have much in common.
Mary Darling's bedtime stories by the open window. One night Peter is spotted and, while trying to escape, he loses his shadow. On returning to claim it, Peter wakes Mary's daughter, Wendy Darling. Wendy succeeds in re-attaching his shadow to him, and Peter learns that she knows lots of bedtime stories. Wendy agrees, and her brothers John and Michael go along. Their magical flight to Neverland is followed by many adventures.
Soon John and Michael adopt the ways of the Lost Boys. RPeter welcomes Wendy to his underground home, and she immediately assumes the role of mother figure. Peter takes the Darlings on several adventures, the first truly dangerous one occurring at Mermaids' Lagoon. Peter is wounded when Hook claws him. He believes he will die, stranded on a rock when the tide is rising, but he views death as "an awfully big adventure".
Luckily, a bird allows him to use her nest as a boat, and Peter sails home. In gratitude for saving Tiger Lily, her tribe guard his home from the next imminent pirate attack. Meanwhile, Wendy begins to fall in love with Peter, at least as a child, and asks Peter what kind of feelings he has for her. Peter says that he is like her faithful son.
One day while telling stories to the Lost Boys and her brothers, John and Michael, Wendy recalls her parents and then decides to take them back and return to England. Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to Peter, Wendy and the boys are captured by Captain Hook, who also tries to poison Peter's medicine while the boy is asleep. When Peter awakes, he learns from the fairy Tinker Bell that Wendy has been kidnapped — in an effort to please Wendy, he goes to drink his medicine.
Tink does not have time to warn him of the poison, and instead drinks it herself, causing her near death.
Tink tells him she could be saved if children believed in fairies. In one of the play's most famous moments, Peter turns to the audience watching the play and begs those who believe in fairies to clap their hands. At this there is usually an explosion of handclapping from the audience, and Tinker Bell is saved. Peter heads to the ship. On the way, he encounters the ticking crocodile; Peter decides to copy the tick, so any animals will recognise it and leave him unharmed. He does not realise that he is still ticking as he boards the ship, where Hook cowers, mistaking him for the crocodile.