Some Of My Plays Peter Out And

This Meal Happened To Be A Make-believe Tea, And They Sat Round The Board Guzzling In Their Greed; And Really, What With Their Chatter And Recriminations, The Noise, As Wendy Said, Was Positively Deafening.

And So When Mrs. Darling Went Back To The Night-nursery To See If Her Husband Was Asleep, All The Beds Were Occupied. The Children Waited For Her Cry Of Joy, But It Did Not Come. She Saw Them, But She Did Not Believe They Were There. You See, She Saw Them In Their Beds So Often In Her Dreams That She Thought This Was Just The Dream Hanging Around Her Still.

A Woman Can Be Anything The Man Who Loves Her Would Have Her Be.

Most Disquieting Reflection Of All, Was It Not Bad Form To Think About Good Form?

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.