"What do we see now?"
"I don'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 can't you fly now, mother?"
"Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way."