Wendy woke up and was not frightened at all. "Boy, why are you crying?" She got out her needle and sewed the shadow neatly on to his foot. Peter was so pleased that he crowed like a cock. He told her that he lived with the lost boys in the Neverland, and that they had no mother. Wendy said she could tell them stories, and Peter said she must come away with him at once. He taught her to fly by blowing fairy dust on her. John and Michael woke up and wanted to come too. Round and round the nursery they went, and then out of the window into the night, over the sleeping city, second to the right and straight on till morning. Nana barked in the garden below, but it was already too late.