They gazed blankly at him , their sticks over their backs , and on each stick a bundle . Their first thought was that if Peter was not going he had probably changed his mind about letting them go . But he was far too proud for that . ` If you find your mothers , ' he said darkly , ' I hope you will like them . ' The awful cynicism of this made an uncomfortable impression , and most of them began to look rather doubtful . After all , their faces said , were they not noodles to want to go ? ` Now then , ' cried Peter , ` no fuss , no blubbering ; good-bye , Wendy ' ; and he held out his hand cheerily , quite as if they must really go now , for he had something important to do . She had to take his hand , as there was no indication that he would prefer a thimble . ` You will remember about changing your flannels , Peter ? ' she said , lingering over him . She was always so particular about their flannels . ` Yes . ' ` And you will take your medicine ? ' ` Yes . ' That seemed to be everything ; and an awkward pause followed . Peter , however , was not the kind that breaks down before people . ` Are you ready , Tinker Bell ? ' he called out . ` Ay , ay . ' ` Then lead the way . '
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