"I shall have such fun," said Peter, with eye on Wendy.

"It will be rather lonely in the evening," she said, "sitting
by the fire."

"I shall have Tink."

"Tink can't go a twentieth part of the way round," she reminded
him a little tartly.

"Sneaky tell-tale!" Tink called out from somewhere round the
corner.

"It doesn't matter," Peter said.

"O Peter, you know it matters."

"Well, then, come with me to the little house."

"May I, mummy?"