Then Wendy saw the shadow on the floor and she was frightfully sorry for Peter and willing to help
him. “How awful!” she said. Fortunately she knew
at once what to do. “It must be sewn on,” she said.
"I shall sew it on for you, my little man,” she said,
though he was as tall as herself, and she got out
her sewing basket and sewed the shadow on to Pe-
ter's foot. Peter was so happy that he started bounc-
ing about. He had already forgotten that it was Wendy who helped him. He
thought he had sewn the shadow on himself. “How clever I am,” he shouted,
"oh, the cleverness of me!” he repeated with triumph.
Wendy was taken aback. "Indeed,” she exclaimed with sarcasm, "of course
I did nothing!” “You did a little,” Peter said carelessly, and continued to dance.
“A little!” she replied angrily. “If I am no use, I can go to bed,” and she
got into bed and covered her face with the blankets.
Peter sat on the end of the bed. “Wendy,” he said, "don't go to sleep."
And then he continued in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to
resist, "Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys.”
"Do you really think so, Peter?” murmured Wendy.
“Yes, I do. Without any doubt.”
“I think it is perfectly sweet of you,” she smiled, "and I'll get up again.”
When people are introduced, it is customary for them to ask each other's
age, and so Wendy, who always liked to do the correct thing, asked Peter