Chapter 6 Chapter 6 The Little House

Chapter 6 The Little House When the other children jumped out of the tree hole holding weapons, the confused Tutu stood beside Wendy as if he was a winner. "You're late," he said proudly. "I've shot Wendy down, and Peter will be very fond of me." Overhead, Tinkerbell yelled "Fool!" and ran away and hid, and the children didn't hear her.There was an eerie silence in the woods as they circled Wendy and stared at her; if Wendy's heart had been beating, they would have heard it. Slightly spoke first. "It's not a bird," he said in horror. "I think it must be a lady."

"Miss?" Tutu said, trembling uncontrollably. "But we killed her." They all took off their hats.Nibs said hoarsely. "Now I understand," Curly said, "Peter brought her to us." He fell to the ground in grief. "It was hard to find a lady to take care of us," said one of the twins, "but you killed her." They felt sorry for Tutu, but also for themselves. When Tutu approached them, they turned their backs and ignored him. Tutu's face turned pale, but there was also a solemnity that had never been seen on his face. "I did it," he said thoughtfully. "When the ladies came to my dreams before, I used to say, 'Beautiful mother, beautiful mother. But this time she did come, and I put She was shot."

He walked away slowly. "Don't go," they said pityingly. "I must go," Tutu replied tremblingly, "I'm too afraid of Peter." At this tragic moment they heard a voice, and their hearts jumped into their mouths, and it was Peter's cry that they heard. "Peter!" they cried, for that was how Peter signaled every time he came back. "Hide her," they whispered, hastily surrounding Wendy.But Tutu stood alone. There was another shout, and Peter landed in front of them. "Yes, boys!" he called, and they greeted him mechanically, and there was another silence.

Peter frowned. "I'm back," he said angrily, "why don't you cheer?" They opened their mouths, but there was no cheer.Peter was in such a hurry to tell them the glorious news that he did not notice it. "Good news, boys," he cried, "at last I have a mother for you all." Still silent, only heard the bang when Tutu fell to his knees. "Didn't you see her?" Peter asked, a little uneasy. "She flew this way." "Ah," said one voice, and another, "oh, what a bad day." Tutu stood up. "Peter," he said quietly, "I want you to see her." The other children tried to cover it up, but Tutu said, "Stand back, twins, and let Peter see her."

So they all drew back to show Peter, who watched for a while, not knowing what to do. "She's dead," said Peter uneasily. "Perhaps she's afraid of her own death." Peter wanted to go away with a funny gait, go away, never see her again, and never go near this place again.If he did, the kids would be more than happy to go with him. But there was an arrow clearly there.He plucked the arrow from Wendy's heart and faced his team. "Whose arrow?" he asked sharply. "Mine, Peter," said Tutu, kneeling down. "O cowardly hand!" said Peter, and he held up the arrow as if it were a sword.

Tutu didn't flinch, he bared his chest. "Prick, Peter," he said firmly. "Prick hard." Twice Peter raised his arrow, and twice lowered his hand. "I can't stab," he said in horror, "something grabs my hand." The children all looked at him in amazement, except Nibs, who happened to be looking at Wendy. "It's her," cried Nibs, "it's Miss Wendy, and here's her arm." Strange to say, Wendy actually raised her hand.Nibs bent down and listened respectfully to her. "I think she was talking about poor Tutu," he said softly.

"She's alive," said Peter curtly. Slightly shouted immediately: "Miss Wendy is still alive." Peter knelt beside her and found his acorn button.You remember, Wendy used to put it on a necklace and hang it around her neck. "Look," he said, "the arrow hit the thing, and it was a kiss I gave her, and it saved her life." "I remember," put in Slightly quickly, "let me see, ah, yes, it's a kiss." Peter didn't hear what Slightly said. He was begging Wendy to get well soon so that he could take her to see the Mermaid.Of course, Wendy couldn't answer, because she was still dazed.But then there was a sad cry from above.

"Listen, that's Tinker Bell," said Curly, "and she's crying because Wendy's alive." So they were obliged to tell Peter of Tinker Bell's crime, who had never seen such a stern look on his face. "Listen, Tinker Bell," he cried, "I'll be your friend no more, leave me forever." Ding Jingling flew on his shoulder, pleading with him, but he brushed her away with his hands.It wasn't until Wendy raised her hand again that he said forgivingly, "Well, not forever, but a whole week." Do you think Tinker Bell would appreciate Wendy for raising her hand?Ah, no, she wanted to pinch her even more.Fairies were strange indeed, and Peter knew them best, and used to fan them with his hand.

But Wendy is so weak, what to do? "Let's take her down to the house," Curly suggested. "By the way," said Slightly, "it should be done to a lady." "No, no," said Peter, "you don't touch her, it's not very respectful." "That's exactly what I thought of," Slightly said. "But if she lies here," said Tutu, "she'll die." "Yes, she's going to die," Slightly admitted, "but there's no way." "There is a way," cried Peter, "we can build a little house around her."

They are all happy. "Quick," Peter ordered them, "bring me all your best things. Empty our home, quick." Suddenly they were busy like tailors on the eve of a wedding.They hurried here and there, going down to get bedding and coming up to get firewood.While they were busy making a group, two people came, none other than John and Michael.They walked over step by step, fell asleep standing up; stopped, woke up; took another step, and fell asleep again. "John, John," Michael called, "wake up, where's Nana, John? And where's Mother?" John rubbed his eyes and murmured, "It's true, we flew."

When I saw Peter, of course I breathed a sigh of relief. "Hello, Peter," they said. "Hi," Peter replied kindly, though he'd almost forgotten about them.He was busy measuring Wendy with his feet, to see how big the house would be.Of course, you have to leave room for tables and chairs.John and Michael looked at him. "Is Wendy asleep?" they asked. "yes." "John," Michael suggested, "let's wake her up and let her make us dinner." Just as he was talking, other children came running, holding branches and preparing to build a house. "Look at them!" Michael exclaimed. "Curly," said Peter, in perfect captain's tones, "take these two boys and help build the house." "Yes, yes, my lord..." "Building a house?" John exclaimed. "Give it to Wendy," Curly said. "For Wendy?" said John in amazement. "Why? She's only a girl." "That's why," Curly explained, "we are all her servants." "You? Wendy's servants!" "Yes," said Peter, "and you too, go with them." The two brothers, who were surprised, were taken to cut trees and transport wood. "First make the chairs and the hearth," ordered Peter, "and then build a house around them." "By the way," said Slightly, "that's how the house was built, and I remember it all." Peter was very thoughtful. "Slightly," he ordered, "go get a doctor." "Yes, yes," said Slightly at once, scratching his head and walking away.He knew that Peter's orders must be obeyed.Presently he came back, stately, wearing John's hat. "Excuse me, sir," said Peter, coming up to him, "are you a doctor?" What distinguished Peter from the other children at such times was that they knew it was a pretense, but to him the pretense and the real were one and the same.This often makes them feel embarrassed, for example, sometimes they have to pretend to have eaten. If they let their pretense out, Peter knocked them on the joints. "Yes, my little fellow," Slightly replied apprehensively, for some of his joints were cracked. "Troubleshoot, sir," explained Peter. "There is a lady very ill." The patient lay at their feet, but Slightly pretended not to see her. "Tut, tut," he said, "where is the patient lying?" "On the grass." "I'm going to put a glassware in her mouth," said Slightly; he pretended to do so while Peter waited.That's when the glassware comes out of your mouth, that's worrying. "How is she?" Peter asked. "Tut, tut," said Slightly, "this thing has cured her." "I'm glad," said Peter. "I'm coming again tonight," said Slightly, "and feeding her beef tea from a mug with a spout." He let out a deep breath as he handed the hat back to John, his escape a habit of the time. At the same time, there was a sound of axes in the woods.Almost everything that could be needed for a comfortable dwelling was provided and stacked at Wendy's feet. "If only we knew," said one child, "what kind of house she likes." "Peter," cried another child, "she fell asleep and moved." "She opened her mouth," said the third child, looking respectfully at her mouth. "Oh, that's lovely." "Perhaps she wants to sing in her sleep," said Peter. "Sing, Wendy, about the kind of house you like." Without opening her eyes, Wendy immediately sang: I wish I had a nice house, Small, never seen so small, It has a fun little red wall, The roof is covered with green moss. They all giggled when they heard this, because they were so lucky that the branches they cut down were dripping with sticky red sap, and the ground was covered with moss.They sang ding ding dong dong themselves as they built the house. We built little walls and roofs, And made a cute little door Mommy Wendy, what more do you want? please tell us. When Wendy replied, she made an extravagant request: Ask me what else I want, I'll put gorgeous windows all around, The rose peeps in, The little baby looked out. They put up the windows with one blow, and the big yellow leaves for the shutters, but what about the roses? "Roses!" cried Peter sharply. So they immediately pretended to plant roses along the wall. What about the baby? In case Peter wanted a baby, they hurriedly sang again: We have made the rose bloom, The baby came to the door, Because we've all been babies ourselves So it can't be changed now. Peter thought it was a good idea, and immediately pretended it was his idea.It was a lovely house, and Wendy must have been comfortable living in it, though they could no longer see her.Peter paced around the house, ordering minor repairs before completion.Nothing escaped his eagle eyes.Looks like it's fully built-- "There's no knocker on the door yet," said Peter. They were ashamed, and Tutu brought the soles of his shoes, which made a wonderful door-knocker. Now, they thought, it was all set. It's not even close. "There's no chimney," said Peter, "there must be a chimney." "Of course there has to be a chimney," said John seriously.Peter suddenly had an idea, he grabbed the hat on John's head, knocked off the top of the hat, and buckled the hat on the roof.The little house was very happy to get such a chimney, as if to express its gratitude, a wisp of green smoke rose from the hat immediately. This time it's really done.There was nothing more to do but knock on the door. "Take care of yourselves," Peter warned them. "First impressions are the most important thing." He was glad no one asked him what a first impression was, they were all busy packing themselves. Peter knocked politely on the door.Meanwhile the woods were all as still as the children, and there was not a sound to be heard save the tinkling of bells; and she sat watching from a branch, laughing openly at them. The children wondered whether someone would answer and open the door.If it is a lady, what does she look like? The door opened, and a young lady came out, it was Wendy, and they all took off their hats. She looked appropriately surprised, which was what they wanted to see. "Where am I?" she said. The first one to think of an answer was naturally Slightly. "Miss Wendy," he said hastily, "we built this house for you." "Ah, say you like it!" said Nibs. "What a lovely house," said Wendy, which was exactly what they wanted her to say. "We are your children," said the twins. Then they all knelt down, and stretched out their arms, crying, "Oh, Miss Wendy, be our mother." "Can I?" said Wendy, beaming. "Of course that would be very interesting; but, you see, I'm only a little girl, and I have no practical experience." "That's all right," said Peter, as if he were the only one here who knew these things; in fact, he was the least one. "All we need is someone who is as kind as a mother." "Why!" said Wendy, "you see, that's exactly what I think I am." "Exactly, exactly," cried they all, "we saw it at once." "Very well," said Wendy, "I'll do my best. Come in, naughty boys; I dare say you've got your feet wet. Before I send you to bed, I'll have time to finish my gray A girl's story." They come in.I don't know how there are so many people in the cabin; but in Neverland, it can be squeezed tightly.They had had many happy nights with Wendy, and this was the first.Afterwards, in the house under the tree, Wendy sent them to bed and tucked them in the big bed; she herself slept that night in the cottage.Peter held a drawn knife and kept patrolling outside, because the pirates were still drinking and having fun in the distance, and the wolves were also looking for food.The cottage looked so cozy and safe in the dark, with the light in the shutters, the smoke from the chimney, and Peter on guard outside. After a while Peter fell asleep.Some frivolous fairies returning home after the feast had to crawl over him.If the other children got in the way of the Fairy at night, they would have made trouble; but as for Peter, they just pinched his nose and passed.