"Whatever do you mean, Wendy?"

"It is so naughty of him not to wipe his feet," Wendy said,
sighing. She was a tidy child.

She explained in quite a matter-of-fact way that she thought
Peter sometimes came to the nursery in the night and sat on the
foot of her bed and played on his pipes to her. Unfortunately
she never woke, so she didn't know how she knew, she just knew.

"What nonsense you talk, precious. No one can get into the
house without knocking."

"I think he comes in by the window," she said.

"My love, it is three floors up."