`` I do like a mother 's love , '' said Tootles , hitting Nibs with a pillow . `` Do you like a mother 's love , Nibs ? '' `` I do just , '' said Nibs , hitting back . `` You see , '' Wendy said complacently , `` our heroine knew that the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by ; so they stayed away for years and had a lovely time . '' `` Did they ever go back ? '' `` Let us now , '' said Wendy , bracing herself up for her finest effort , `` take a peep into the future ; '' and they all gave themselves the twist that makes peeps into the future easier . `` Years have rolled by , and who is this elegant lady of uncertain age alighting at London Station ? '' `` O Wendy , who is she ? '' cried Nibs , every bit as excited as if he did n't know . `` Can it be -- yes -- no -- it is -- the fair Wendy ! '' `` Oh ! '' `` And who are the two noble portly figures accompanying her , now grown to man 's estate ? Can they be John and Michael ? They are ! '' `` Oh ! '' '' ` See , dear brothers , ' says Wendy pointing upwards , ` there is the window still standing open . Ah , now we are rewarded for our sublime faith in a mother 's love . ' So up they flew to their mummy and daddy , and pen can not describe the happy scene , over which we draw a veil . '' That was the story , and they were as pleased with it as the fair narrator herself . Everything just as it should be , you see .
Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world , which is what children are , but so attractive ; and we have an entirely selfish time , and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it , confident that we shall be XXXXX instead of smacked .
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