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ChapterI.PETERBREAKSTHROUGH
Allchildren,
bortsett fra
exceptone,growup.
Theysoonknowthattheywill
vokse
growup,andthewayWendyknewwasthis.
Onedaywhenshewastwoyearsoldshewasplayinginagarden,andshepluckedanotherflowerandranwithittohermother.
I
antar
supposeshemusthavelooked
ganske
ratherdelightful,forMrs.Darlingputherhandtoherheartand
gråt
cried,“Oh,whycan’tyouremainlikethisforever!”
Thiswasallthatpassedbetweenthemonthesubject,buthenceforthWendyknewthatshemust
vokse
growup.
Youalwaysknowafteryouaretwo.
Twoisthe
begynnelsen
beginningoftheend.
Ofcoursetheylivedat14,anduntilWendycamehermotherwasthechiefone.
Shewasa
herlig
lovelylady,witharomanticmindandsuchasweetmocking
munn
mouth.
Herromanticmindwaslikethetinyboxes,onewithintheother,thatcomefromthepuzzling
Østen
East,howevermanyyoudiscoverthereisalwaysonemore;
andhersweetmocking
munn
mouthhadonekissonitthatWendycouldneverget,thoughthereitwas,perfectlyconspicuousintheright-handcorner.
ThewayMr.
Darling
Darlingwonherwasthis:
themanygentlemenwhohadbeenboyswhenshewasagirldiscoveredsimultaneouslythattheylovedher,andtheyallrantoherhousetoproposetoher
bortsett fra
exceptMr.Darling,whotookacabandnippedinfirst,andsohegother.
Hegotallofher,
bortsett fra
excepttheinnermostboxandthe
kysset
kiss.
Heneverknewaboutthe
boksen
box,andintimehegaveuptryingforthe
kysset
kiss.
WendythoughtNapoleoncouldhavegotit,butIcanpicturehimtrying,andthengoingoffinapassion,slammingthedoor.
Mr.
Darling
DarlingusedtoboasttoWendythathermothernotonlylovedhimbut
respekterte
respectedhim.
Hewasoneofthose
dype
deeponeswhoknowaboutstocksandshares.
Ofcoursenoonereallyknows,buthequite
syntes
seemedtoknow,andhe
ofte
oftensaidstockswereupandsharesweredowninawaythatwouldhavemadeanywoman
respektere
respecthim.
Mrs.
Darlingwasmarriedinwhite,andatfirstshekeptthebooksperfectly,almostgleefully,asifitwereagame,notsomuchasaBrusselssproutwasmissing;
butbyandbywholecauliflowersdroppedout,andinsteadofthemtherewerepicturesofbabieswithoutfaces.
Shedrewthemwhensheshouldhavebeentottingup.
TheywereMrs.Darling’sguesses.
Wendycamefirst,thenJohn,thenMichael.
ForaweekortwoafterWendycameitwasdoubtful
om
whethertheywouldbeabletokeepher,asshewasanother
munn
mouthtofeed.
Mr.Darlingwasfrightfully
stolt
proudofher,buthewasveryhonourable,andhesatontheedgeofMrs.Darling’sbed,holdingherhandandcalculatingexpenses,whileshelookedathimimploringly.
Shewantedto
risikere
riskit,comewhatmight,butthatwasnothisway;
hiswaywaswithapencilanda
stykke
pieceofpaper,andifsheconfusedhimwithsuggestionshehadto
begynne
beginatthebeginningagain.
“Nowdon’tinterrupt,”hewouldbegofher.
“Ihaveonepoundseventeenhere,andtwoandsixattheoffice;
Icancutoffmycoffeeattheoffice,saytenshillings,makingtwo
ni
nineandsix,withyoureighteenandthreemakesthree
ni
nineseven,withfivenaughtnaughtinmycheque-bookmakes
åtte
eightnineseven—whoisthatmoving?—eight
ni
nineseven,dotandcarryseven—don’tspeak,myown—andthepoundyoulenttothatmanwhocametothedoor—quiet,child—dotand
bære
carrychild—there,you’vedoneit!—didIsay
ni
ninenineseven?
yes,Isaid
ni
ninenineseven;
thequestionis,canwetryitforayearon
ni
ninenineseven?”
“Ofcoursewecan,George,”she
gråt
cried.
ButshewasprejudicedinWendy’sfavour,andhewasreallythegrandercharacterofthetwo.
“Remembermumps,”hewarnedheralmostthreateningly,andoffhewentagain.
“Mumpsonepound,thatiswhatIhaveputdown,butIdaresayitwillbemorelikethirtyshillings—don’tspeak—measlesonefive,Germanmeasleshalfaguinea,makestwofifteensix—don’twaggleyourfinger—whooping-cough,sayfifteenshillings”—andsoonitwent,anditaddedupdifferentlyeachtime;
butatlastWendyjustgotthrough,withmumpsreducedtotwelvesix,andthetwokindsofmeasles
behandlet
treatedasone.
TherewasthesameexcitementoverJohn,andMichaelhadevenanarrowersqueak;
butbothwerekept,andsoon,youmighthaveseenthethreeofthemgoinginarowtoMissFulsom’sKindergartenschool,accompaniedbytheirnurse.
Mrs.
Darling
Darlinglovedtohaveeverythingjustso,andMr.
Darling
Darlinghadapassionforbeingexactlylikehisneighbours;
so,ofcourse,theyhadanurse.
Astheywerepoor,owingtotheamountof
melk
milkthechildrendrank,thisnursewasaprimNewfoundlanddog,calledNana,whohadbelongedtonooneinparticularuntiltheDarlingsengagedher.
Shehadalwaysthoughtchildrenimportant,however,andtheDarlingshadbecomeacquaintedwithherinKensingtonGardens,whereshe
tilbrakte
spentmostofhersparetimepeepingintoperambulators,andwasmuchhatedbycarelessnursemaids,whomshefollowedtotheirhomesandcomplainedoftotheirmistresses.
Sheprovedtobequiteatreasureofanurse.
Howthoroughshewasatbath-time,andupatanymomentofthenightifoneofherchargesmadetheslightest
gråte
cry.
Ofcourseherkennelwasinthenursery.
Shehadageniusforknowingwhenacoughisathingtohavenopatiencewithandwhenitneedsstockingaroundyourthroat.
Shebelievedtoherlastdayinold-fashionedremedieslikerhubarbleaf,andmadesoundsofcontemptoverallthisnew-fangledtalkaboutgerms,andsoon.
Itwasalessoninproprietytoseeherescortingthechildrentoschool,walkingsedatelybytheirsidewhentheywerewellbehaved,andbuttingthembackintolineiftheystrayed.
OnJohn’sfooterdayssheneveronceforgothissweater,andsheusually
bære
carriedanumbrellainher
munnen
mouthincaseofrain.
ThereisaroominthebasementofMissFulsom’sschoolwherethenurseswait.
Theysatonforms,whileNanalayonthe
gulvet
floor,butthatwastheonly
forskjellen
difference.
Theyaffectedtoignoreherasofaninferiorsocialstatustothemselves,andshedespisedtheirlighttalk.
SheresentedvisitstothenurseryfromMrs.Darling’sfriends,butiftheydidcomeshefirstwhippedoffMichael’spinaforeandputhimintotheonewith
blå
bluebraiding,andsmoothedoutWendyandmadeadashatJohn’shair.
Nonurserycouldpossiblyhavebeenconductedmorecorrectly,andMr.
Darling
Darlingknewit,yethesometimes
lurte
wondereduneasilywhethertheneighbourstalked.
Hehadhis
posisjon
positioninthecitytoconsider.
Nanaalsotroubledhiminanotherway.
Hehadsometimesafeelingthatshedidnotadmirehim.
“Iknowsheadmiresyoutremendously,George,”Mrs.
Darling
Darlingwouldassurehim,andthenshewouldsigntothechildrentobespeciallynicetofather.
Vakre
Lovelydancesfollowed,inwhichtheonlyotherservant,Liza,wassometimesallowedto
bli
join.
Suchamidgetshelookedinherlongskirtandmaid’scap,thoughshehad
sverget
sworn,whenengaged,thatshewouldneverseetenagain.
Thegaietyofthoseromps!
AndgayestofallwasMrs.
Darling
Darling,whowouldpirouettesowildlythatallyoucouldseeofherwasthe
kysset
kiss,andthenifyouhaddashedatheryoumighthavegotit.
ThereneverwasasimplerhappierfamilyuntilthecomingofPeterPan.
Mrs.
Darling
DarlingfirstheardofPeterwhenshewastidyingupherchildren’sminds.
Itisthenightlycustomofeverygoodmotherafterherchildrenareasleeptorummageintheirmindsandputthings
rett
straightfornextmorning,repackingintotheirproperplacesthemanyarticlesthathavewanderedduringtheday.
Ifyoucouldkeepawake(butofcourseyoucan’t)youwouldseeyourownmotherdoingthis,andyouwouldfinditvery
interessant
interestingtowatchher.
Itisquiteliketidyingupdrawers.
Youwouldseeheronherknees,I
forventer
expect,lingeringhumorouslyoversomeofyourcontents,
lurer
wonderingwhereonearthyouhadpickedthisthingup,makingdiscoveriessweetandnotsosweet,
trykker
pressingthistohercheekasifitwereasniceasakitten,andhurriedlystowingthatoutofsight.
Whenyouwakeinthemorning,thenaughtinessand
onde
evilpassionswithwhichyouwenttobedhavebeenfoldedupsmallandplacedatthebottomofyourmindandonthetop,beautifullyaired,arespreadoutyourprettierthoughts,readyforyoutoputon.
Idon’tknow
om
whetheryouhaveeverseenamapofaperson’smind.
Doctorssometimesdrawmapsofotherpartsofyou,andyourownmapcanbecomeintensely
interessant
interesting,butcatchthemtryingtodrawamapofachild’smind,whichisnotonlyconfused,butkeepsgoing
rundt
roundallthetime.
Therearezigzaglinesonit,justlikeyourtemperatureona
kort
card,andtheseareprobablyroadsintheisland,fortheNeverlandisalwaysmoreor
mindre
lessanisland,withastonishingsplashesofcolourhereandthere,andcoralreefsandrakish-lookingcraftintheoffing,andsavagesandlonelylairs,andgnomeswhoaremostlytailors,andcavesthroughwhicha
elv
riverruns,andprinceswithsixelderbrothers,andahutfastgoingtodecay,andoneverysmalloldladywithahooked
nese
nose.
Itwouldbeaneasymapifthatwereall,butthereisalsofirstdayatschool,religion,fathers,the
runde
roundpond,needle-work,murders,hangings,verbsthattakethedative,chocolatepuddingday,gettingintobraces,sayninety-nine,three-pencefor
trekke
pullingoutyourtoothyourself,andsoon,andeitherthesearepartofthe
øya
islandortheyareanothermapshowingthrough,anditisall
ganske
ratherconfusing,especiallyasnothingwillstandstill.
OfcoursetheNeverlandsvaryagooddeal.
John’s,forinstance,hadalagoonwithflamingoes
fløy
flyingoveritatwhichJohnwasshooting,whileMichael,whowasverysmall,hadaflamingowithlagoons
fløy
flyingoverit.
Johnlivedina
båt
boatturnedupsidedownonthesands,Michaelinawigwam,Wendyinahouseofleavesdeftlysewntogether.
Johnhadnofriends,Michaelhadfriendsatnight,Wendyhadapetwolfforsakenbyitsparents,butonthewholetheNeverlandshaveafamilyresemblance,andiftheystoodstillinarowyoucouldsayofthemthattheyhaveeachother’s
nese
nose,andsoforth.
Onthesemagicshoreschildrenatplayareforeverbeachingtheircoracles.
Wetoohavebeenthere;
wecanstillhearthesoundofthesurf,thoughweshall
lande
landnomore.
OfalldelectableislandstheNeverlandisthesnuggestandmostcompact,not
stor
largeandsprawly,youknow,withtediousdistancesbetweenoneadventureandanother,butnicelycrammed.
Whenyouplayatitbydaywiththechairsandtable-cloth,itisnotintheleastalarming,butinthetwominutesbeforeyougotosleepitbecomesveryreal.
Thatiswhytherearenight-lights.
Occasionallyinhertravelsthroughherchildren’smindsMrs.
Darling
Darlingfoundthingsshecouldnotunderstand,andofthesequitethemostperplexingwasthewordPeter.
SheknewofnoPeter,andyethewashereandthereinJohnandMichael’sminds,whileWendy’s
begynte
begantobescrawledalloverwithhim.
Thenamestoodoutinbolderlettersthananyoftheotherwords,andasMrs.
Darling
Darlinggazedshefeltthatithadanoddlycockyappearance.
“Yes,heis
ganske
rathercocky,”Wendyadmittedwithregret.
Hermotherhadbeenquestioningher.
“Butwhoishe,mypet?”
“HeisPeterPan,youknow,mother.”
AtfirstMrs.
Darling
Darlingdidnotknow,butafterthinkingbackintoherchildhoodshejustrememberedaPeterPanwhowassaidtolivewiththefairies.
Therewereoddstoriesabouthim,asthatwhenchildrendiedhewentpartofthewaywiththem,sothattheyshouldnotbefrightened.
Shehadbelievedinhimatthetime,butnowthatshewasmarriedandfullof
fornuft
senseshequitedoubtedwhethertherewasanysuchperson.
“Besides,”shesaidtoWendy,“hewouldbegrownupbythistime.”
“Ohno,heisn’tgrownup,”Wendyassuredherconfidently,“andheisjustmysize.”
Shemeantthathewasher
størrelse
sizeinbothmindandbody;
shedidn’tknowhowsheknew,shejustknewit.
Mrs.
Darling
DarlingconsultedMr.Darling,buthe
smilte
smiledpooh-pooh.
“Markmywords,”hesaid,“itissomenonsenseNanahasbeenputtingintotheirheads;
justthesortofideaadogwouldhave.
Leaveitalone,anditwill
blåse
blowover.”
Butitwouldnot
blåse
blowoverandsoonthetroublesomeboygaveMrs.
Darling
Darlingquiteashock.
Childrenhavethestrangestadventureswithoutbeingtroubledbythem.
Forinstance,theymayrememberto
nevne
mention,aweekaftertheeventhappened,thatwhentheywereinthewoodtheyhadmettheirdeadfatherandhadagamewithhim.
ItwasinthiscasualwaythatWendyonemorningmadeadisquietingrevelation.
Someleavesofa
tre
treehadbeenfoundonthenursery
gulvet
floor,whichcertainlywerenottherewhenthechildrenwenttobed,andMrs.
Darling
DarlingwaspuzzlingoverthemwhenWendysaidwithatolerant
smil
smile:.
“IdobelieveitisthatPeteragain!”
“Whateverdoyoumean,Wendy?”
“Itissonaughtyofhimnottowipehisfeet,”Wendysaid,sighing.
Shewasatidychild.
She
forklarte
explainedinquiteamatter-of-factwaythatshethoughtPetersometimescametothenurseryinthenightandsatonthe
foten
footofherbedandplayedonhispipestoher.
Unfortunatelysheneverwoke,soshedidn’tknowhowsheknew,shejustknew.
“Whatnonsenseyoutalk,precious.
Noonecangetintothehousewithoutknocking.”
“Ithinkhecomesinbythewindow,”shesaid.
“Mylove,itisthreefloorsup.”
“Werenottheleavesatthe
foten
footofthewindow,mother?”
Itwasquitetrue;
theleaveshadbeenfoundvery
nær
nearthewindow.
Mrs.
Darlingdidnotknowwhattothink,foritall
virket
seemedsonaturaltoWendythatyoucouldnotdismissitbysayingshehadbeendreaming.
“Mychild,”themother
gråt
cried,“whydidyounottellmeofthisbefore?”
“Iforgot,”saidWendylightly.
Shewasinahurrytogether
frokost
breakfast.
Oh,surelyshemusthavebeendreaming.
But,ontheotherhand,thereweretheleaves.
Mrs.
Darling
Darlingexaminedthemverycarefully;
theywereskeletonleaves,butshewassuretheydidnotcomefromany
tre
treethatgrewinEngland.
Shecrawledaboutthe
gulvet
floor,peeringatitwithacandleformarksofa
merkelig
strangefoot.
Sherattledthepokerupthechimneyandtappedthewalls.
Sheletdowna
bånd
tapefromthewindowtothepavement,anditwasasheerdropofthirty
fot
feet,withoutsomuchasaspouttoclimbupby.
Sikkert
CertainlyWendyhadbeendreaming.
ButWendyhadnotbeendreaming,astheverynextnightshowed,thenightonwhichtheextraordinaryadventuresofthesechildrenmaybesaidtohave
begynt
begun.
Onthenightwespeakofallthechildrenwereoncemoreinbed.
IthappenedtobeNana’s
kveld
eveningoff,andMrs.Darlinghadbathedthemandsungtothemtillonebyonetheyhadletgoherhandandslidawayintothe
landet
landofsleep.
Allwerelookingsosafeandcosythatshe
smilte
smiledatherfearsnowandsatdowntranquillybythefiretosew.
ItwassomethingforMichael,whoonhis
bursdag
birthdaywasgettingintoshirts.
Thefirewas
varm
warm,however,andthenurserydimlylitbythreenight-lights,andpresentlythesewinglayonMrs.Darling’slap.
Thenherheadnodded,oh,sogracefully.
Shewas
sov
asleep.
Lookatthefourofthem,WendyandMichaeloverthere,Johnhere,andMrs.
Darling
Darlingbythefire.
Thereshouldhavebeenafourthnight-light.
Whileshesleptshehadadream.
ShedreamtthattheNeverlandhadcometoo
nær
nearandthatastrangeboyhadbrokenthroughfromit.
Hedidnotalarmher,forshethoughtshehadseenhimbeforeinthefacesofmanywomenwhohavenochildren.
Perhapsheistobefoundinthefacesofsomemothersalso.
ButinherdreamhehadrentthefilmthatobscurestheNeverland,andshesawWendyandJohnandMichaelpeepingthroughthegap.
Thedreambyitselfwouldhavebeenatrifle,butwhileshewasdreamingthe
vinduet
windowofthenurseryblewopen,andaboydiddroponthe
gulvet
floor.
Hewasaccompaniedbya
merkelig
strangelight,nobiggerthanyourfist,whichdartedabouttheroomlikealivingthingandIthinkitmusthavebeenthislightthatwakenedMrs.
Darling
Darling.
Shestartedupwitha
gråt
cry,andsawtheboy,andsomehowsheknewatoncethathewasPeterPan.
IfyouorIorWendyhadbeenthereweshouldhaveseenthathewasverylikeMrs.Darling’s
kyss
kiss.
Hewasalovelyboy,cladinskeletonleavesandthejuicesthatoozeoutoftreesbutthemostentrancingthingabouthimwasthathehadallhisfirstteeth.
ChapterII.THESHADOW
Mrs.
Darlingscreamed,and,asifinanswertoabell,thedooropened,andNanaentered,returnedfromher
kveld
eveningout.
Shegrowledandsprangattheboy,wholeaptlightlythroughthe
vinduet
window.
AgainMrs.Darlingscreamed,thistimeindistressforhim,forshethoughthewaskilled,andsherandownintothestreettolookforhislittlebody,butitwasnotthere;
andshelookedup,andintheblacknightshecouldseenothingbutwhatshethoughtwasashooting
stjerne
star.
Shereturnedtothenursery,andfoundNanawithsomethinginher
munnen
mouth,whichprovedtobetheboy’sshadow.
Asheleaptatthe
vinduet
windowNanahadclosedit
raskt
quickly,toolatetocatchhim,buthisshadowhadnothadtimetogetout;
slamwentthe
vinduet
windowandsnappeditoff.
YoumaybesureMrs.
Darling
Darlingexaminedtheshadowcarefully,butitwasquitetheordinarykind.
Nanahadno
tvil
doubtofwhatwasthebestthingtodowiththisshadow.
Shehungitoutatthe
vinduet
window,meaning“Heissuretocomebackforit;
letusputitwherehecangetiteasilywithoutdisturbingthechildren.”
ButunfortunatelyMrs.
Darling
Darlingcouldnotleaveithangingoutatthe
vinduet
window,itlookedsolikethe
vask
washingandloweredthewholetoneofthehouse.
ShethoughtofshowingittoMr.
Darling
Darling,buthewastottingupwintergreat-coatsforJohnandMichael,withawettowelaroundhisheadtokeephis
hjernen
brainclear,anditseemeda
skam
shametotroublehim;
besides,sheknewexactlywhathewouldsay:
“Itallcomesofhavingadogforanurse.”
She
bestemte
decidedtorolltheshadowupandputitawaycarefullyinadrawer,untilafittingopportunitycamefortellingherhusband.
Ahme!
Theopportunitycameaweeklater,onthatnever-to-be-forgottenFriday.
OfcourseitwasaFriday.
“IoughttohavebeenspeciallycarefulonaFriday,”sheusedtosayafterwardstoherhusband,whileperhapsNanawasontheothersideofher,holdingherhand.
“No,no,”Mr.
Darling
Darlingalwayssaid,“Iamresponsibleforitall.
I,George
Darling
Darling,didit.
Meaculpa,meaculpa.”
Hehadhadaclassicaleducation.
TheysatthusnightafternightrecallingthatfatalFriday,tilleverydetailofitwasstampedontheirbrainsandcamethroughontheothersidelikethefacesonabadcoinage.
“IfonlyIhadnotacceptedthatinvitationtodineat27,”Mrs.
Darling
Darlingsaid.
“IfonlyIhadnotpouredmymedicineintoNana’sbowl,”saidMr.
Darling
Darling.
“IfonlyIhadpretendedtolikethemedicine,”waswhatNana’sweteyessaid.
“Mylikingforparties,George.”
“Myfatal
gave
giftofhumour,dearest.”
“Mytouchinessabouttrifles,dearmasterandmistress.”
Thenoneormoreofthemwouldbreakdownaltogether;
Nanaatthethought,“It’strue,it’strue,theyoughtnottohavehadadogforanurse.”
ManyatimeitwasMr.
Darling
DarlingwhoputthehandkerchieftoNana’seyes.
“Thatfiend!”
Mr.
Darling
Darlingwouldcry,andNana’sbarkwastheechoofit,butMrs.
Darling
DarlingneverupbraidedPeter;
therewassomethingintheright-handcornerofher
munnen
mouththatwantedhernottocallPeternames.
Theywouldsitthereinthe
tomme
emptynursery,recallingfondlyeverysmallestdetailofthatdreadful
kvelden
evening.