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, but you see I am only a little girl. I
have no real experience."

"That doesn't matter," said Peter, as if he were the only
person present who knew all about it, though he was really the
one who knew least. "What we need is just a nice motherly
person."