You Won't Forget Me, Peter, Will You,

All Children, Except One, Grow Up. They Soon Know That They Will Grow Up, And The Way Wendy Knew Was This. One Day When She Was Two Years Old She Was Playing In A Garden, And She Plucked Another Flower And Ran With It To Her Mother. I Suppose She Must Have Looked Rather Delightful, For Mrs Darling Put Her Hand To Her Heart And Cried, ‘oh, Why Can’t You Remain Like This For Ever!’ This Was All That Passed Between Them On The Subject, But Henceforth Wendy Knew That She Must Grow Up. You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

If I Were Younger, I'd Know More.

His Lordship May Compel Us To Be Equal Upstairs, But There Will Never Be Equality In The Servants' Hall.

All Are Keeping A Sharp Look-out In Front, But None Suspects That The Danger May Be Creeping Up From Behind.

What Is Afraid?' Asked Peter Longingly. He Thought It Must Be Some Splendid Thing. 'i Do Wish You Would Teach Me How To Be Afraid, Maimie,' He Said.