“Want of practice, they called it; but what it really meant was that they no longer believed.”

That’s where it ends, you see. I’ve seen the original edition, hand-lettered and signed. I wish I could tell you other; I wish I could tell you anything else, but everything from there is a lie. Peter was touched. There is no denying that. He’s not the type to change overnight, but he made the effort. Imagine, if you will, Peter making the effort. Hands on his hips, all a-crow, but something holds him and he asks first after her. It’s a dilemma, of course. It’s a problem. But Wendy moves on. Wendy grows up. The adventures are there, but as much as he throws himself into them there is something wrong without her. Day by day, year by year, fresh-faced all the while, Peter grows old.