` Please , sir , ' Peter explained , ' a lady lies very ill . ' She was lying at their feet , but Slightly had the sense not to see her . ` Tut , tut , tut , ' he said , ` where does she lie ? ' ` In yonder glade . ' ' I will put a glass thing in her mouth , ' said Slightly ; and he made-believe to do it , while Peter waited . It was an anxious moment when the glass thing was withdrawn . ` How is she ? ' inquired Peter . ` Tut , tut , tut , ' said Slightly , ` this has cured her . ' ' I am glad , ' Peter cried . ' I will call again in the evening , ' Slightly said ; ` give her beef tea out of a cup with a spout to it ' ; but after he had returned the hat to John he blew big breaths , which was his habit on escaping from a difficulty . In the meantime the wood had been alive with the sound of axes ; almost everything needed for a cosy dwelling already lay at Wendy 's feet . ` If only we knew , ' said one , ` the kind of house she likes best . ' ` Peter , ' shouted another , ` she is moving in her sleep . ' ` Her mouth opens , ' cried a third , looking respectfully into it . ` Oh , lovely ! ' ` Perhaps she is going to sing in her sleep , ' said Peter . ` Wendy , sing the kind of house you would like to have . ' Immediately , without opening her eyes , Wendy began to sing : ' I wish I had a pretty house , The littlest ever seen , With funny little red walls And roof of mossy green . ' They gurgled with joy at this , for by the greatest good luck the branches they had brought were sticky with red sap , and all the ground was carpeted with moss .
As they rattled up the little XXXXX they broke into song themselves : ` We 've built the little walls and roof And made a lovely door , So tell us , mother Wendy , What are you wanting more ? '
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