[bad word] Away [bad word] Away!

By this time, Michael and John were awake. Peter told them all about the gang of Lost Boys, of which he was the captain, and their fights with the pirates.

"Aren't there any Lost Girls?" asked Wendy.

"No, girls are too clever to fall out of their prams!" said cunning Peter. "We haven't any sisters or mothers to tell us stories, and mend our clothes."

"You poor boy!" exclaimed soft-hearted Wendy. "I know lots of stories, and I could mend your clothes."

That was just what Peter wanted, to take Wendy and her brothers back to the Neverland with him. He promised to teach them how to fly.

Nana, chained up in the yard, was barking her head off. She knew something was wrong. At last, she broke her chain, and galloped up the road, to the house where the party was. She made such a fuss that Mr and Mrs Darling came out. They all ran down the street as fast as they could.

By this time, Peter had blown magic dust all over the children, and was showing them how to fly.

"Just wriggle your shoulders and let go!" he cried, swooping around the room. One by one they took off from their beds and followed him, a bit wobbly at first.

Michael shouted, "I flewed! I flewed!"

John called "Look at me!" bumping the ceiling. He was wearing his Sunday top hat, and looked very funny.

"Oh, lovely!" cried Wendy, in mid air near the bathroom.

Mr and Mrs Darling and Nana came along the street and saw the nursery window lighted up. Against the curtains, they could see the shadows of three little figures in night clothes, circling round and round, not on the floor, but in the air! Not three, but four!
 [bad word] upstairs and burst into the room, just too late. Peter had said "Follow me!" and soared out into the night, followed by John and Michael and Wendy.