she broke it. In another moment she had burst into the dining-
room of 27 and flung up her paws to heaven, her most expressive
way of making a communication. Mr. and Mrs. Darling knew at once
that something terrible was happening in their nursery, and
without a good-bye to their hostess they rushed into the street.

But it was now ten minutes since three scoundrels had been
breathing behind the curtains, and Peter Pan can do a great deal
in ten minutes.

We now return to the nursery.

"It's all right," John announced, emerging from his hiding-
place. "I say, Peter, can you really fly?"

Instead of troubling to answer him Peter flew around the room,
taking the mantelpiece on the way.

"How topping!" said John and Michael.

"How sweet!" cried Wendy.

"Yes, I'm sweet, oh, I am sweet!" said Peter, forgetting his
manners again.

It looked delightfully easy, and they tried it first from the
floor and then from the beds, but they always went down instead
of up.

"I say, how do you do it?" asked John, rubbing his knee. He