When she was old enough to ask them they were mostly about Peter Pan . She loved to hear of Peter , and Wendy told her all she could remember in the very nursery from which the famous flight had taken place . It was Jane 's nursery now , for her father had bought it at the three per cents -LSB- mortgage rate -RSB- from Wendy 's father , who was no longer fond of stairs . Mrs. Darling was now dead and forgotten . There were only two beds in the nursery now , Jane 's and her nurse 's ; and there was no kennel , for Nana also had passed away . She died of old age , and at the end she had been rather difficult to get on with ; being very firmly convinced that no one knew how to look after children except herself . Once a week Jane 's nurse had her evening off ; and then it was Wendy 's part to put Jane to bed . That was the time for stories . It was Jane 's invention to raise the sheet over her mother 's head and her own , thus making a tent , and in the awful darkness to whisper : `` What do we see now ? '' `` I do n't think I see anything to-night , '' says Wendy , with a feeling that if Nana were here she would object to further conversation . `` Yes , you do , '' says Jane , `` you see when you were a little girl . '' `` That is a long time ago , sweetheart , '' says Wendy . `` Ah me , how time flies ! '' `` Does it fly , '' asks the artful child , `` the way you flew when you were a little girl ? '' `` The way I flew ? Do you know , Jane , I sometimes wonder whether I ever did really fly . '' `` Yes , you did . '' `` The dear old days when I could fly ! '' `` Why ca n't you fly now , mother ? '' `` Because I am grown up , dearest .
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