"Mother, did you tell father?" Wendy asked.
Mrs. Darling shook her head, "He won't be back for another two hours, and I didn't want to call on him until I knew something."
Wendy paused for a moment, uncertain as to what she should do, but was relieved of the pressure when James took command, "You must send him notice at once. Inform him of the note, but caution him not to make a scene. Then you must collect all the children here, and do not let them or Wendy out without another person."
Mrs. Darling nodded, "Should she go outside at all?"
"Mother!" Wendy protested.
"If it would comfort you, I will accompany her everywhere. And I promise, so long as she is in my care, no harm will come to her," James assured her.
"Thank you so much. I'm glad that Wendy has such kind friends," Mrs. Darling sighed. "I've already lost them all once, I don't think I could bear it again."
"Now, I must return home, shall I meet you here in the morning?" James asked Wendy.
"Here will be fine. Thank you, James, meeting you was certainly lucky," Wendy sincerely told him.
How wrong, and yet how right.
A week passed quickly for the Darlings, Wendy was escorted everywhere she went by James, the Lost Boys went to Wendy's aunt's house to stay, Mrs. Darling anxiously fluttered from room to room, ringing her hands, and Mr. Darling solemnly went from home and work without a word to anyone.
Wendy looked out at the special star every night before she went to bed, praying that Peter would come and make everything better, or at least comfort her. But every night the familiar shadow did not appear in the sky, and thus she went to bed disappointed. In the morning, James would come and inquire of her state, always interested and compassionate. Wendy vaguely noticed that she began to look into the stars less and less for strength as she looked to James more and more.
Mrs. Darling shook her head, "He won't be back for another two hours, and I didn't want to call on him until I knew something."
Wendy paused for a moment, uncertain as to what she should do, but was relieved of the pressure when James took command, "You must send him notice at once. Inform him of the note, but caution him not to make a scene. Then you must collect all the children here, and do not let them or Wendy out without another person."
Mrs. Darling nodded, "Should she go outside at all?"
"Mother!" Wendy protested.
"If it would comfort you, I will accompany her everywhere. And I promise, so long as she is in my care, no harm will come to her," James assured her.
"Thank you so much. I'm glad that Wendy has such kind friends," Mrs. Darling sighed. "I've already lost them all once, I don't think I could bear it again."
"Now, I must return home, shall I meet you here in the morning?" James asked Wendy.
"Here will be fine. Thank you, James, meeting you was certainly lucky," Wendy sincerely told him.
How wrong, and yet how right.
A week passed quickly for the Darlings, Wendy was escorted everywhere she went by James, the Lost Boys went to Wendy's aunt's house to stay, Mrs. Darling anxiously fluttered from room to room, ringing her hands, and Mr. Darling solemnly went from home and work without a word to anyone.
Wendy looked out at the special star every night before she went to bed, praying that Peter would come and make everything better, or at least comfort her. But every night the familiar shadow did not appear in the sky, and thus she went to bed disappointed. In the morning, James would come and inquire of her state, always interested and compassionate. Wendy vaguely noticed that she began to look into the stars less and less for strength as she looked to James more and more.