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He regretted now that he had given the birds of the island such strange names that they are very wild and difficult of approach. HE REGRETTED NOW THAT HE HAD GIVEN THE BIRDS OF THE ISLAND SUCH STRANGE NAMES THAT THEY ARE VERY WILD AND DIFFICULT OF APPROACH
ted to them, 'clap your hands; don't let Tink die.' Many clapped. Some didn't. A few little beasts hissed. The clapping stopped suddenly; as if countless mothers had rushed to their nurseries to see what on earth was happening; but already Tink was saved. First her voice grew strong; then she popped out of bed; then she was flashing through the room more merry and impudent than ever. She never thought of thanking those who believed, but she would have liked to get at the ones who had hissed. 'And now to rescue Wendy.' The moon was riding in a cloudy heaven when Peter rose from his tree, begirt with weapons and wearing little else, to set out upon his perilous quest. It was not such a night as he would have chosen. He had hoped to fly, keeping not far from the ground so that nothing unwonted should escape his eyes; but in that fitful light to have flown low would have meant trailing his shadow through the trees, thus disturbing the birds and acquainting a watchful foe that he was astir. TER IF YOU BELIEVE HE SHOUTED TO THEM CLAP YOUR HANDS DON'T LET TING DIE MANY CLAPPED SOME DIDN'T A FEW LITTLE BEASTS HISSED THE CLAPPING STOPPED SUDDENLY AS IF COUNTLESS MOTHERS HAD RUSHED TO THEIR NURSERIES TO SEE WHAT ON EARTH WAS HAPPENING BUT ALREADY TINK WAS SAVED FIRST HER VOICE GREW STRONG THEN SHE POPPED OUT OF BED THEN SHE WAS FLASHING THROUGH THE ROOM MORE MERRY AND IMPUDENT THAN EVER SHE NEVER THOUGHT OF THANKING THOSE WHO BELIEVED BUT SHE WOULD HAVE LIKED TO GET AT THE ONES WHO HAD HISSED AND NOW TO RESCUE WENDY THE MOON WAS RIDING IN A CLOUDY HEAVEN WHEN PETER ROSE FROM HIS TREE BEGIRT WITH WEAPONS AND WEARING LITTLE ELSE TO SET OUT UPON HIS PERILOUS QUEST IT WAS NOT SUCH A NIGHT THAT HE WOULD HAVE CHOSEN HE HAD HOPED TO FLY KEEPING NOT FAR FROM THE GROUND SO THAT NOTHING UNWONTED SHOULD ESCAPE HIS EYES BUT IN THAT FITFUL LIGHT TO HAVE FLOWN LOW WOULD HAVE MEANT TRAILING HIS SHADOW THROUGH THE TREES THUS DISTURBING THE BIRDS AND EQUATING THE WATCHFUL FOE THAT HE WAS ASTIR
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