And so when Mrs. Darling went back to the night-nursery to see
if her husband was asleep, all the beds were occupied. The
children waited for her cry of joy, but it did not come. She saw
them, but she did not believe they were there. You see, she saw
them in their beds so often in her dreams that she thought this
was just the dream hanging around her still.

She sat down in the chair by the fire, where in the old days
she had nursed them.

They could not understand this, and a cold fear fell upon all
the three of them.

"Mother!" Wendy cried.

"That's Wendy," she said, but still she was sure it was the
dream.

"Mother!"

"That's John," she said.

"Mother!" cried Michael. He knew her now.