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ld up his hand. He was so much the humblest of them, indeed he was the only humble one, that Wendy was specially gentle with him. 'I don't suppose,' Tootles said diffidently, 'that I could be father.' 'No, Tootles.' Once Tootles began, which was not very often, he had a silly way of going on. 'As I can't be father,' he said heavily, 'I don't suppose, Michael, you would let me be baby?' 'No, I won't,' Michael rapped out. He was already in his basket. 'As I can't be baby,' Tootles said, getting heavier and heavier, 'do you think I could be a twin?' 'No, indeed,' replied the twins; 'it's awfully difficult to be a twin.' 'As I can't be anything important,' said Tootles, 'would any of you like to see me do a trick?' 'No,' they all replied. Then at last he stopped. 'I hadn't really any hope,' he said. The hateful telling broke out again. 'Slightly is coughing on the table.' 'The twins began with mammee-apples.' 'Curly is taking both tappa rolls and yams.' 'Nibs is speaking with his mouth full.' 'I complain of the twins.' 'I complain of Curly.' 'I complain of Nibs.' 'Oh dear, oh dear,' cried Wendy, 'I'm sure I sometimes think that children are more trouble than they are worth.' She told them to clear away, and sat down to her work-basket: a heavy load of stockings and every knee with a hole in it as usual. 'Wendy,' remonstrated Michael, 'I'm too big for a cradle.' 'I must have somebody in a cradle,' she said almost tartly, 'and you are the littlest. A cradle is such a nice homely thing to have about a house.' While she sewed they played around her; such a group of happy faces and dancing limbs lit up by that romantic fire. It had become a very familiar scene this in the home under the ground, but we are looking on it for the last time. There was a step above, and Wendy, you may be sure, was the first to recognise it. 'Children, I hear your father's step. He likes you to meet him at the door.' Above, the redskins crouched before Peter. 'Watch well, braves. I have spoken.' And then, as so often before, the gay children dragged him from his tree. As so often before, but never again. He had brought nuts for the boys as well as the correct time for Wendy. 'Peter, you just spoil them, you know,' Wendy simpered. 'Ah, old lady,' said Peter, hanging up his gun. 'It was me told him mothers are called old lady,' Michael whispered to Curly. 'I complain of Michae
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