The Little House
When the boys crowded round to see the bird they had shot, they soon realised it was a lady.
"A mother to take care of us at last," said the Twins, "and Tootles has shot her!"
It was all part of Tootles' bad luck. He wanted to run away, but just then Peter arrived.
"I've brought you a mother!" he said proudly. "Haven't you seen her? She flew this way."
The Lost Boys stood aside and showed him Wendy.
"She is dead!" said Peter sternly. "Who shot her?"
"I did!" said Tootles bravely. "Now kill me!"
Peter raised the arrow to strike, when Wendy lifted up her arm. "Poor Tootles!" she moaned.
"She's alive!" Peter cried. The arrow had struck the acorn button on her chain and saved Wendy's life!
"Listen to Tink!" said Curly. "She's crying because Wendy's not dead."
They told Peter what Tinker Bell had done.
"Go away, Tinker Bell, for ever!" Peter cried. "I am no longer your friend!"
But Wendy raised her arm again.
"Well, not for ever — only for a week!" Peter relented.
Do you think Tinker Bell was grateful? No! She wanted to pinch Wendy more than ever. Fairies are funny creatures.
What could they do for Wendy? They could not carry her down into the cave.
"I know!" said Peter. "We'll build a little house for her!"
The boys rushed off to fetch branches, bedding and firewood. Michael and John joined in.
Bit by bit the house was built, with a green moss carpet and red walls, a door and windows. They planted roses round it.
Then Peter said, "Where's the chimney?"
He knocked the top out of John's Sunday hat and fitted it on the roof. At once it began to smoke. Peter knocked on the door and Wendy came out.
"This is your own little house!" Peter said.
"And we are all your children!" said the Lost Boys.
Wendy smiled. "Come inside," she said, "and I'll tell you the story of Cinderella."
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