"Ever so much nastier," Mr. Darling said bravely, "and I would
take it now as an example to you, Michael, if I hadn't lost the
bottle."

He had not exactly lost it; he had climbed in the dead of night
to the top of the wardrobe and hidden it there. What he did not
know was that the faithful Liza had found it, and put it back on
his wash-stand.

"I know where it is, father," Wendy cried, always glad to be of
service. "I'll bring it," and she was off before he could stop
her. Immediately his spirits sank in the strangest way.

"John," he said, shuddering, "it's most beastly stuff. It's
that nasty, sticky, sweet kind."

"It will soon be over, father," John said cheerily, and then in
rushed Wendy with the medicine in a glass.