Maimie stamped her foot naughtily, and was putting her fingers to her
eyes, when she heard a kind voice say, "Don't cry, pretty human, don't
cry," and then she turned round and saw a beautiful little naked boy
regarding her wistfully. She knew at once that he must be Peter Pan.

XVIII. Peter's Goat

Maimie felt quite shy, but Peter knew not what shy was.

"I hope you have had a good night," he said earnestly.

"Thank you," she replied, "I was so cosy and warm. But you"--and she
looked at his nakedness awkwardly--"don't you feel the least bit cold?"

Now cold was another word Peter had forgotten, so he answered, "I think
not, but I may be wrong: you see I am rather ignorant. I am not exactly
a boy, Solomon says I am a Betwixt-and-Between."

"So that is what it is called," said Maimie thoughtfully.

"That's not my name," he explained, "my name is Peter Pan."

"Yes, of course," she said, "I know, everybody knows."

You can't think how pleased Peter was to learn that all the people
outside the gates knew about him. He begged Maimie to tell him what they
knew and what they said, and she did so. They were sitting by this time
on a fallen tree; Peter had cleared off the snow for Maimie, but he sat
on a snowy bit himself.

"Squeeze closer," Maimie said.

"What is that?" he asked, and she showed him, and then he did it. They
talked together and he found that people knew a great deal about him,
but not everything, not that he had gone back to his mother and been
barred out, for instance, and he said nothing of this to Maimie, for it
still humiliated him.

"Do they know that I play games exactly like real boys?" he asked very
proudly. "Oh, Maimie, please tell them!" But when he revealed how he
played, by sailing his hoop on the Round Pond, and so on, she was simply
horrified.

"All your ways of playing," she said with her big eyes on him, "are
quite, quite wrong, and not in the least like how boys play!"

Poor Peter uttered a little moan at this, and he cried for the first
time for I know not how long. Maimie was extremely sorry for him, and
lent him her handkerchief, but he didn't know in the least what to do
with it, so she showed him, that is to say, she wiped her eyes, and then
gave it back to him, saying "Now you do it," but instead of wiping his
own eyes he wiped hers, and she thought it best to pretend that this was
what she had meant.

She said, out of pity for him, "I shall give you a kiss if yo