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 . 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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