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'I won't go to bed,' he had shouted, like one who still believed that he had the last word on the subject, 'I won't, I won't. Nana, it isn't six o'clock yet. Oh dear, oh dear, I shan't love you any more, Nana. I tell you I won't be bathed, I won't, I won't!' I WON'T GO TO BED HE SHOUTED LIKE ONE WHO STILL BELIEVED THAT HE HAD THE LAST WORD ON THE SUBJECT I WON'T I WON'T NANA IT ISN'T SIX O'CLOCK YET OH DEAR OH DEAR I SHAN'T LOVE YOU ANY MORE NANA I TELL YOU I WON'T BE BATHED I WON'T I WON'T
27,' Mrs. Darling said. 'If only I had not poured my medicine into Nana's bowl,' said Mr. Darling. 'If only I had pretended to like the medicine,' was what Nana's wet eyes said. 'My liking for parties, George.' 'My fatal gift of humour, dearest.' 'My touchiness about trifles, dear master and mistress.' Then one or more of them would break down altogether; Nana at the thought, 'It's true, it's true, they ought not to have had a dog for a nurse.' Many a time it was Mr. Darling who put the handkerchief to Nana's eyes. 'That fiend!' Mr. Darling would cry, and Nana's bark was the echo of it, but Mrs. Darling never upbraided Peter; there was something in the right-hand corner of her mouth that wanted her not to call Peter names. They would sit there in the empty nursery, recalling fondly every smallest detail of that dreadful evening. It had begun so uneventfully, so precisely like a hundred other evenings, with Nana putting on the water for Michael's bath and carrying him to it on her back. HAT INVITATION TO DINE AT TWENTY SEVEN MISSUS DARLING SAID IF ONLY I'D NOT POURED MY MEDICINE INTO NANA'S BOWL SAID MISTER DARLING IF ONLY I'D PRETENDED TO LIKE THE MEDICINE WAS WHAT NANA'S WET EYE SAID MY LIKING FOR PARTIES GEORGE MY FATAL GIFT OF YOU MY DEAREST MY TOUCHINESS ABOUT TRIFLES DEAR MASTER AND MISTRESS THEN ONE OR MORE OF THEM WOULD BREAK DOWN ALTOGETHER NANA AT THE THOUGHT IT'S TRUE IT'S TRUE THEY OUGHT NOT TO HAVE HAD A DOG FOR A NURSE MANY A TIME IT WAS MISTER DARLING WHO PUT THE HANDKERCHIEF TO NANA'S EYES THAT FIND MISTER DARLING WOULD CRY AND NANA'S BARK WAS THE ECHO OF IT BUT MISSUS DARLING NEVER UPBRAIDED PETER THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THE RIGHT HAND CORNER OF HER MOUTH THAT WANTED HER NOT TO CALL PETER NAMES THEY WOULD SIT THERE IN THE EMPTY NURSERY RECALLING FONDLY EVERY SMALLEST DETAIL OF THAT DREADFUL EVENING IT HAD BEGUN SO UNEVENTFULLY SO PRECISELY LIKE A HUNDRED OTHER EVENINGS WITH NANA PUTTING ON THE WATER FOR MICHAEL'S BATH AND CARRYING HIM TO IT ON HER BACK
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