Come Away, Come Away! (After J.M. Barrie)
Some loud noise woke Wendy, and she sat up in bed. Then she searched
for the candle and lit it. She was not frightened to see a stranger crying
on the floor; she was only pleasantly interested.
“Boy,” she said kindly, “why are you crying?”
Peter could be extremely polite, so he rose and bowed' to her beautifully.
“What's your name?” he asked.