I tell you I wo n't be bathed , I wo n't , I wo n't ! '' Then Mrs. Darling had come in , wearing her white evening-gown . She had dressed early because Wendy so loved to see her in her evening-gown , with the necklace George had given her . She was wearing Wendy 's bracelet on her arm ; she had asked for the loan of it . Wendy loved to lend her bracelet to her mother . She had found her two older children playing at being herself and father on the occasion of Wendy 's birth , and John was saying : `` I am happy to inform you , Mrs. Darling , that you are now a mother , '' in just such a tone as Mr. Darling himself may have used on the real occasion . Wendy had danced with joy , just as the real Mrs. Darling must have done . Then John was born , with the extra pomp that he conceived due to the birth of a male , and Michael came from his bath to ask to be born also , but John said brutally that they did not want any more . Michael had nearly cried . `` Nobody wants me , '' he said , and of course the lady in the evening-dress could not stand that . `` I do , '' she said , `` I so want a third child . '' `` Boy or girl ? '' asked Michael , not too hopefully . `` Boy . '' Then he had leapt into her arms . Such a little thing for Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana to recall now , but not so little if that was to be Michael 's last night in the nursery . They go on with their recollections . `` It was then that I rushed in like a tornado , was n't it ? '' Mr. Darling would say , scorning himself ; and indeed he had been like a tornado . Perhaps there was some excuse for him .
He , too , had been dressing for the party , and all had gone well with him until he XXXXX to his tie .
bathed born came conceived found go said scorning tell wants