Pirate Tales for Children (9 Books in One Edition). Эдгар Аллан По

eyes and mutter, 'It is true, we did fly.'

      You may be sure they were very relieved to find Peter.

      'Hullo, Peter,' they said.

      'Hullo,' replied Peter amicably, though he had quite forgotten them. He was very busy at the moment measuring Wendy with his feet to see how large a house she would need. Of course he meant to leave room for chairs and a table. John and Michael watched him.

      'Is Wendy asleep?' they asked.

      'Yes.'

      'John,' Michael proposed, 'let us wake her and get her to make supper for us'; but as he said it some of the other boys rushed on carrying branches for the building of the house.

      'Look at them!' he cried.

      'Curly,' said Peter in his most captainy voice, 'see that these boys help in the building of the house.'

      'Ay, ay, sir.'

      'Build a house?' exclaimed John.

      'For the Wendy,' said Curly.

      'For Wendy?' John said, aghast. 'Why, she is only a girl.'

      'That,' explained Curly, 'is why we are her servants.'

      'You? Wendy's servants!'

      'Yes,' said Peter, 'and you also. Away with them.'

      The astounded brothers were dragged away to hack and hew and carry. 'Chairs and a fender first,' Peter ordered. 'Then we shall build the house round them.'

      'Ay,' said Slightly, 'that is how a house is built; it all comes back to me.'

      Peter thought of everything. 'Slightly,' he ordered, 'fetch a doctor.'

      'Ay, ay,' said Slightly at once, and disappeared, scratching his head. But he knew Peter must be obeyed, and he returned in a moment, wearing John's hat and looking solemn.

      'Please, sir,' said Peter, going to him, 'are you a doctor?'

      The difference between him and the other boys at such a time was that they knew it was make-believe, while to him make-believe and true were exactly the same thing. This sometimes troubled them, as when they had to make-believe that they had had their dinners.

      If they broke down in their make-believe he rapped them on the knuckles.

      'Yes, my little man,' anxiously replied Slightly, who had chapped knuckles.

      'Please, sir,' Peter explained, 'a lady lies very ill.'

      She was lying at their feet, but Slightly had the sense not to see her.

      'Tut, tut, tut,' he said, 'where does she lie?'

      'In yonder glade.'

      'I will put a glass thing in her mouth,' said Slightly; and he made-believe to do it, while Peter waited. It was an anxious moment when the glass thing was withdrawn.

      'How is she?' inquired Peter.

      'Tut, tut, tut,' said Slightly, 'this has cured her.'

      'I am glad,' Peter cried.

      'I will call again in the evening,' Slightly said; 'give her beef tea out of a cup with a spout to it'; but after he had returned the hat to John he blew big breaths, which was his habit on escaping from a difficulty.

      In the meantime the wood had been alive with the sound of axes; almost everything needed for a cosy dwelling already lay at Wendy's feet.

      'If only we knew,' said one, 'the kind of house she likes best.'

      'Peter,' shouted another, 'she is moving in her sleep.'

      'Her mouth opens,' cried a third, looking respectfully into it. 'Oh, lovely!'

      'Perhaps she is going to sing in her sleep,' said Peter. 'Wendy, sing the kind of house you would like to have.'

      Immediately, without opening her eyes, Wendy began to sing:

      'I wish I had a pretty house,

       The littlest ever seen,

       With funny little red walls

       And roof of mossy green.'

      They gurgled with joy at this, for by the greatest good luck the branches they had brought were sticky with red sap, and all the ground was carpeted with moss. As they rattled up the little house they broke into song themselves:

      'We've built the little walls and roof

       And made a lovely door,

       So tell us, mother Wendy,

       What are you wanting more?'

      To this she answered rather greedily:

      'Oh, really next I think I'll have

       Gay windows all about,

       With roses peeping in, you know,

       And babies peeping out.'

      With a blow of their fists they made windows, and large yellow leaves were the blinds. But roses——?

      'Roses,' cried Peter sternly.

      Quickly they made-believe to grow the loveliest roses up the walls.

      Babies?

      To prevent Peter ordering babies they hurried into song again:

      'We've made the roses peeping out,

       The babes are at the door,

       We cannot make ourselves, you know,

       'Cos we've been made before.'

      Peter, seeing this to be a good idea, at once pretended that it was his own. The house was quite beautiful, and no doubt Wendy was very cosy within, though, of course, they could no longer see her. Peter strode up and down, ordering finishing touches. Nothing escaped his eagle eye. Just when it seemed absolutely finished,

      'There's no knocker on the door,' he said.

      They were very ashamed, but Tootles gave the sole of his shoe, and it made an excellent knocker.

      Absolutely finished now, they thought.

      Not a bit of it. 'There's no chimney,' Peter said; 'we must have a chimney.'

      'It certainly does need a chimney,' said John importantly. This gave Peter an idea. He snatched the hat off John's head, knocked out the bottom, and put the hat on the roof. The little house was so pleased to have such a capital chimney that, as if to say thank you, smoke immediately began to come out of the hat.

      Now really and truly it was finished. Nothing remained to do but to knock.

      'All look your best,' Peter warned them; 'first impressions are awfully important.'

      He was glad no one asked him what first impressions are; they were all too busy looking their best.

      He knocked politely; and now the wood was as still as the children, not a sound to be heard except from Tinker Bell, who was watching from a branch and openly sneering.

      What the boys were wondering was, would any one answer the knock? If a lady, what would she be like?

      The door opened and a lady came out. It was Wendy. They all whipped off their hats.

      She looked properly surprised, and this was just how they had hoped she would look.

      'Where am I?' she said.

      Of course Slightly was the first to get his word in. 'Wendy lady,' he said rapidly, 'for you we built this house.'

      'Oh, say you're pleased,' cried Nibs.

      'Lovely, darling house,' Wendy said, and they were the very words they had hoped she would say.

      'And we are your children,' cried the twins.

      Then all went on their knees, and holding out their arms cried, 'O Wendy lady, be our mother.'

      'Ought I?' Wendy said, all shining. 'Of course it's frightfully fascinating,