With a blow of their fists they made windows, and large yellow
leaves were the blinds. But roses -- ?

"Roses," cried Peter sternly.

Quickly they made-believe to grow the loveliest roses up the
walls.

Babies?

To prevent Peter ordering babies they hurried into song again:


"We've made the roses peeping out,
The babes are at the door,
We cannot make ourselves, you know,
'cos we've been made before."


Peter, seeing this to be a good idea, at once pretended that it
was his own. The house was quite beautiful, and no doubt Wendy
was very cosy within, though, of course, they could no longer see
her. Peter strode up and down, ordering finishing touches.
Nothing escaped his eagle eyes. Just when it seemed absolutely
finished:

"There's no knocker on the door," he said.

They were very ashamed, but Tootles gave the sole of his shoe,
and it made an excellent knocker.

Absolutely finished now, they thought.