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 			<p>“We are just glad.”</p>
 			<p>“Oh dear,” sighed Wendy.</p>
 			<p>“Little less noise there,” Peter called out, determined that she should have fair play, however beastly a story it might be in his opinion.</p>
-			<p>“The gentleman’s name,” Wendy continued, “was <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Darling, and her name was <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Darling.”</p>
+			<p>“The gentleman’s name,” Wendy continued, “was <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Darling, and her name was <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Darling.”</p>
 			<p>“I knew them,” John said, to annoy the others.</p>
 			<p>“I think I knew them,” said Michael rather doubtfully.</p>
 			<p>“They were married, you know,” explained Wendy, “and what do you think they had?”</p>
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 			<p>“Well, you are one, Twin.”</p>
 			<p>“Do you hear that, John? I am a descendant.”</p>
 			<p>“Descendants are only children,” said John.</p>
-			<p>“Oh dear, oh dear,” sighed Wendy. “Now these three children had a faithful nurse called Nana; but <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Darling was angry with her and chained her up in the yard; and so all the children flew away.”</p>
+			<p>“Oh dear, oh dear,” sighed Wendy. “Now these three children had a faithful nurse called Nana; but <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Darling was angry with her and chained her up in the yard; and so all the children flew away.”</p>
 			<p>“It’s an awfully good story,” said Nibs.</p>
 			<p>“They flew away,” Wendy continued, “to the <span epub:type="z3998:place">Neverland</span>, where the lost children are.”</p>
 			<p>“I just thought they did,” Curly broke in excitedly. “I don’t know how it is, but I just thought they did.”</p>

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 				<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XVII</h2>
 				<p epub:type="title">When Wendy Grew Up</p>
 			</hgroup>
-			<p>I hope you want to know what became of the other boys. They were waiting below to give Wendy time to explain about them; and when they had counted five hundred they went up. They went up by the stair, because they thought this would make a better impression. They stood in a row in front of <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Darling, with their hats off, and wishing they were not wearing their pirate clothes. They said nothing, but their eyes asked her to have them. They ought to have looked at <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Darling also, but they forgot about him.</p>
-			<p>Of course <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Darling said at once that she would have them; but <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Darling was curiously depressed, and they saw that he considered six a rather large number.</p>
+			<p>I hope you want to know what became of the other boys. They were waiting below to give Wendy time to explain about them; and when they had counted five hundred they went up. They went up by the stair, because they thought this would make a better impression. They stood in a row in front of <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Darling, with their hats off, and wishing they were not wearing their pirate clothes. They said nothing, but their eyes asked her to have them. They ought to have looked at <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Darling also, but they forgot about him.</p>
+			<p>Of course <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Darling said at once that she would have them; but <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Darling was curiously depressed, and they saw that he considered six a rather large number.</p>
 			<p>“I must say,” he said to Wendy, “that you don’t do things by halves,” a grudging remark which the twins thought was pointed at them.</p>
 			<p>The first twin was the proud one, and he asked, flushing, “Do you think we should be too much of a handful, sir? Because if so we can go away.”</p>
 			<p>“Father!” Wendy cried, shocked; but still the cloud was on him. He knew he was behaving unworthily, but he could not help it.</p>
 			<p>“We could lie doubled up,” said Nibs.</p>
 			<p>“I always cut their hair myself,” said Wendy.</p>
-			<p>“George!” <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Darling exclaimed, pained to see her dear one showing himself in such an unfavourable light.</p>
+			<p>“George!” <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Darling exclaimed, pained to see her dear one showing himself in such an unfavourable light.</p>
 			<p>Then he burst into tears, and the truth came out. He was as glad to have them as she was, he said, but he thought they should have asked his consent as well as hers, instead of treating him as a cipher in his own house.</p>
 			<p>“I don’t think he is a cipher,” Tootles cried instantly. “Do you think he is a cipher, Curly?”</p>
 			<p>“No, I don’t. Do you think he is a cipher, Slightly?”</p>
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 			<p>“No.”</p>
 			<p>“About me, Peter?”</p>
 			<p>“No.”</p>
-			<p><abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Darling came to the window, for at present she was keeping a sharp eye on Wendy. She told Peter that she had adopted all the other boys, and would like to adopt him also.</p>
+			<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Darling came to the window, for at present she was keeping a sharp eye on Wendy. She told Peter that she had adopted all the other boys, and would like to adopt him also.</p>
 			<p>“Would you send me to school?” he inquired craftily.</p>
 			<p>“Yes.”</p>
 			<p>“And then to an office?”</p>
 			<p>“I suppose so.”</p>
 			<p>“Soon I should be a man?”</p>
 			<p>“Very soon.”</p>
 			<p>“I don’t want to go to school and learn solemn things,” he told her passionately. “I don’t want to be a man. O Wendy’s mother, if I was to wake up and feel there was a beard!”</p>
-			<p>“Peter,” said Wendy the comforter, “I should love you in a beard”; and <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Darling stretched out her arms to him, but he repulsed her.</p>
+			<p>“Peter,” said Wendy the comforter, “I should love you in a beard”; and <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Darling stretched out her arms to him, but he repulsed her.</p>
 			<p>“Keep back, lady, no one is going to catch me and make me a man.”</p>
 			<p>“But where are you going to live?”</p>
 			<p>“With Tink in the house we built for Wendy. The fairies are to put it high up among the tree tops where they sleep at nights.”</p>
-			<p>“How lovely,” cried Wendy so longingly that <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Darling tightened her grip.</p>
-			<p>“I thought all the fairies were dead,” <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Darling said.</p>
+			<p>“How lovely,” cried Wendy so longingly that <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Darling tightened her grip.</p>
+			<p>“I thought all the fairies were dead,” <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Darling said.</p>
 			<p>“There are always a lot of young ones,” explained Wendy, who was now quite an authority, “because you see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies. They live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are.”</p>
 			<p>“I shall have such fun,” said Peter, with one eye on Wendy.</p>
 			<p>“It will be rather lonely in the evening,” she said, “sitting by the fire.”</p>
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 			<p>“Certainly not. I have got you home again, and I mean to keep you.”</p>
 			<p>“But he does so need a mother.”</p>
 			<p>“So do you, my love.”</p>
-			<p>“Oh, all right,” Peter said, as if he had asked her from politeness merely; but <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Darling saw his mouth twitch, and she made this handsome offer: to let Wendy go to him for a week every year to do his spring cleaning. Wendy would have preferred a more permanent arrangement; and it seemed to her that spring would be long in coming; but this promise sent Peter away quite gay again. He had no sense of time, and was so full of adventures that all I have told you about him is only a halfpennyworth of them. I suppose it was because Wendy knew this that her last words to him were these rather plaintive ones:</p>
+			<p>“Oh, all right,” Peter said, as if he had asked her from politeness merely; but <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Darling saw his mouth twitch, and she made this handsome offer: to let Wendy go to him for a week every year to do his spring cleaning. Wendy would have preferred a more permanent arrangement; and it seemed to her that spring would be long in coming; but this promise sent Peter away quite gay again. He had no sense of time, and was so full of adventures that all I have told you about him is only a halfpennyworth of them. I suppose it was because Wendy knew this that her last words to him were these rather plaintive ones:</p>
 			<p>“You won’t forget me, Peter, will you, before spring-cleaning time comes?”</p>
-			<p>Of course Peter promised; and then he flew away. He took <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Darling’s kiss with him. The kiss that had been for no one else Peter took quite easily. Funny. But she seemed satisfied.</p>
+			<p>Of course Peter promised; and then he flew away. He took <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Darling’s kiss with him. The kiss that had been for no one else Peter took quite easily. Funny. But she seemed satisfied.</p>
 			<p>Of course all the boys went to school; and most of them got into Class <span epub:type="z3998:roman">III</span>, but Slightly was put first into Class <span epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</span> and then into Class <span epub:type="z3998:roman">V</span>. Class <span epub:type="z3998:roman">I</span> is the top class. Before they had attended school a week they saw what goats they had been not to remain on the island; but it was too late now, and soon they settled down to being as ordinary as you or me or Jenkins minor. It is sad to have to say that the power to fly gradually left them. At first Nana tied their feet to the bedposts so that they should not fly away in the night; and one of their diversions by day was to pretend to fall off buses; but by and by they ceased to tug at their bonds in bed, and found that they hurt themselves when they let go of the bus. In time they could not even fly after their hats. Want of practice, they called it; but what it really meant was that they no longer believed.</p>
 			<p>Michael believed longer than the other boys, though they jeered at him; so he was with Wendy when Peter came for her at the end of the first year. She flew away with Peter in the frock she had woven from leaves and berries in the <span epub:type="z3998:place">Neverland</span>, and her one fear was that he might notice how short it had become; but he never noticed, he had so much to say about himself.</p>
 			<p>She had looked forward to thrilling talks with him about old times, but new adventures had crowded the old ones from his mind.</p>
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 			<p>All the boys were grown up and done for by this time; so it is scarcely worth while saying anything more about them. You may see the twins and Nibs and Curly any day going to an office, each carrying a little bag and an umbrella. Michael is an engine-driver. Slightly married a lady of title, and so he became a lord. You see that judge in a wig coming out at the iron door? That used to be Tootles. The bearded man who doesn’t know any story to tell his children was once John.</p>
 			<p>Wendy was married in white with a pink sash. It is strange to think that Peter did not alight in the church and forbid the banns.</p>
 			<p>Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.</p>
-			<p>She was called Jane, and always had an odd inquiring look, as if from the moment she arrived on the mainland she wanted to ask questions. 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 percents from Wendy’s father, who was no longer fond of stairs. <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Darling was now dead and forgotten.</p>
+			<p>She was called Jane, and always had an odd inquiring look, as if from the moment she arrived on the mainland she wanted to ask questions. 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 percents from Wendy’s father, who was no longer fond of stairs. <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Darling was now dead and forgotten.</p>
 			<p>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.</p>
 			<p>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:</p>
 			<p>“What do we see now?”</p>