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"But on a Saturday night," Slightly insinuated. Voice Reading
It was not really Saturday night, at least it may have been, for they had long lost count of the days; but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night, and then they did it. Voice Reading
"Of course it is Saturday night, Peter," Wendy said, relenting. Voice Reading
"People of our figure, Wendy!" Voice Reading
"But it is only among our own progeny [children]." Voice Reading
"True, true." Voice Reading
So they were told they could dance, but they must put on their nighties first. Voice Reading
"Ah, old lady," Peter said aside to Wendy, warming himself by the fire and looking down at her as she sat turning a heel, "there is nothing more pleasant of an evening for you and me when the day's toil is over than to rest by the fire with the little one Voice Reading
"It is sweet, Peter, isn't it?" Wendy said, frightfully gratified. "Peter, I think Curly has your nose." Voice Reading
"Michael takes after you." Voice Reading
She went to him and put her hand on his shoulder. Voice Reading
"Dear Peter," she said, "with such a large family, of course, I have now passed my best, but you don't want to [ex]change me, do you?" Voice Reading
"No, Wendy." Voice Reading
Certainly he did not want a change, but he looked at her uncomfortably, blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep. Voice Reading
"Peter, what is it?" Voice Reading
"I was just thinking," he said, a little scared. "It is only make-believe, isn't it, that I am their father?" Voice Reading
"Oh yes," Wendy said primly [formally and properly]. Voice Reading
"You see," he continued apologetically, "it would make me seem so old to be their real father." Voice Reading
"But they are ours, Peter, yours and mine." Voice Reading
"But not really, Wendy?" he asked anxiously. Voice Reading
"Not if you don't wish it," she replied; and she distinctly heard his sigh of relief. "Peter," she asked, trying to speak firmly, "what are your exact feelings to [about] me?" Voice Reading
"Those of a devoted son, Wendy." Voice Reading
"I thought so," she said, and went and sat by herself at the extreme end of the room. Voice Reading
"You are so queer," he said, frankly puzzled, "and Tiger Lily is just the same. There is something she wants to be to me, but she says it is not my mother." Voice Reading
"No, indeed, it is not," Wendy replied with frightful emphasis. Now we know why she was prejudiced against the redskins. Voice Reading

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