They always wake up at once if it is you that says their name . Then she would give such a joyous cry and squeeze him tight . How nice that would be to him , but oh , how exquisitely delicious it would be to her . That I am afraid is how Peter regarded it . In returning to his mother he never doubted that he was giving her the greatest treat a woman can have . Nothing can be more splendid , he thought , than to have a little boy of your own . How proud of him they are ; and very right and proper , too . But why does Peter sit so long on the rail , why does he not tell his mother that he has come back ? I quite shrink from the truth , which is that he sat there in two minds . Sometimes he looked longingly at his mother , and sometimes he looked longingly at the window . Certainly it would be pleasant to be her boy again , but , on the other hand , what times those had been in the Gardens ! Was he so sure that he would enjoy wearing clothes again ? He popped off the bed and opened some drawers to have a look at his old garments . They were still there , but he could not remember how you put them on . The socks , for instance , were they worn on the hands or on the feet ? He was about to try one of them on his hand , when he had a great adventure . Perhaps the drawer had creaked ; at any rate , his mother woke up , for he heard her say `` Peter , '' as if it was the most lovely word in the language . He remained sitting on the floor and held his breath , wondering how she knew that he had come back . If she said `` Peter '' again , he meant to cry `` Mother '' and run to her . But she spoke no more , she made little moans only , and when next he peeped at her she was once more asleep , with tears on her face .
It XXXXX Peter very miserable , and what do you think was the first thing he did ?
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