"She was here just now,"

he said a little impatiently. "You
don't hear her, do you?" and they both listened.

"The only sound I hear," said Wendy, "is like a tinkle of
bells."

"Well, that's Tink, that's the fairy language. I think I hear
her too."

The sound come from the chest of drawers, and Peter made a
merry face. No one could ever look quite so merry as Peter, and
the loveliest of gurgles was his laugh. He had his first laugh
still.

"Wendy," he whispered gleefully, "I do believe I shut her up in
the drawer!"