to be their mother and Peter their father. They had many good times
together. They also had some exciting adventures with the red-skins
and with a pirate named Captain Hook and his crew. After a time the
redskins became their friends, and Peter rescued his family from the
pirates' ship.

One day Wendy and her brothers realized that they had been away so
long that perhaps their mother had forgotten them and shut the window
of the nursery so that they could not get back. They decided to hurry
home. When they reached home Peter Pan was before them, and he closed
the window so that they could not get back. But when he heard the
children's mother singing such a sad song inside, his heart was made
tender and he opened the window and the children crept back safely
into their mother's arms. Wendy's mother invited Peter Pan to stay
and be her child, but Peter was so afraid that he would have to go
to school and grow up and be a man that he went back to his home in
fairy-land.

Wendy promised to go once a year and stay a few days with Peter Pan
and clean house and mend his clothes. Let us picture them in the
little house that was built for Wendy, which the fairies had put up in
the branches of a pine-tree. The birds are singing in their nests and
in the branches, and far below the clouds you can see the land and
the sea. Wendy is sewing for Peter and Peter Pan is playing his pipes
while she works. When night comes the woods are full of flashing
lights like little stars, because the fairies are flitting around the
house where Peter and Wendy live, and are singing to them as they go
to sleep.

In a few days Wendy will go back to John and Michael to tell them what
a good time she had on her visit in the little house in the woods.

* * * * *

SIR LARK AND KING SUN

BY GEORGE MACDONALD

"Good morrow, my lord!" in the sky alone,
Sang the lark as the sun ascended his throne.
"Shine on me, my lord; I only am come,
Of all your servants, to welcome you home.
I have flown right up, a whole hour, I swear,
To catch the first shine of your golden hair."

"Must I thank you then," said the king, "Sir Lark,
For flying so high and hating the dark?
You ask a full cup for half a thirst:
Half was love of me, and half love to be first.
There's many a bird makes no such haste,
But waits till I come; that's as much to my taste."

And King Sun hid his head in a turban of cloud