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Wendy would have preferred a more permanent arrangement; and it seemed to her that spring would be long in coming; but this promise sent peter away quite gay again.

ˈwɛndi wʊd həv prɪˈfɝd ə moɹ ˈpɝmənənt əˈreɪnʤmənt; ənd ɪt simd tʊ hɝ ðæt spɹɪŋ wʊd bi lɔŋ ɪn ˈkəmɪŋ; bət ðɪs ˈpɹɑmɪs sɛnt ˈpitəɹ əˈweɪ kwaɪt ɡeɪ əˈɡɛn.

I suppose it was because Wendy knew this that her last words to him were these rather plaintive ones:

aɪ səˈpoʊz ɪt wəz bɪˈkɔz ˈwɛndi nju ðɪs ðæt hər lɑst wɝdz tu ˈhɪm wər ðiz ˈræðɝ ˈpleɪntɪv wʌnz

Of course peter promised; and then he flew away.

əv kɔrs ˈpitər ˈprɑmɪst; ənd ðɛn hi flu əˈweɪ.

He took mrs Darling's kiss with him.

hi tʊk mɪsɪz ˈdɑrlɪŋz kɪs wɪð hɪm.

The kiss that had been for no one else, peter took quite easily.

ðə kɪs ðæt hæd bɪn fɔr noʊ wʌn ɛls, ˈpitər tʊk kwaɪt ˈizəli.

Funny.

ˈfʌni

But she seemed satisfied.

bʌt ʃiː sɪmd ˈsætɪsˌfaɪd

Of course all the boys went to school; and most of them got into Class three, but Slightly was put first into Class four and then into Class five Class one is the top class.

əv kɔrs ɔl ðə bɔɪz wɛnt tu skul; ænd moʊst əv ðɛm ɡɑt ˈɪntu klæs θri, bət ˈslaɪtli wəz pʊt fərst ˈɪntu klæs fɔr ænd ðɛn ˈɪntu klæs faɪv klæs wʌn ɪz ðə tɑp klæs.

In time they could not even fly after their hats.

ɪn taɪm ðeɪ kʊd nɑt ˈivɛn flaɪ ˈæftɝ ðɛɹ hæts

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

wɑnt əv ˈpræk.tɪs, ðeɪ ˈkɔld ɪt; bət wʌt ɪt ˈriə.li mɛnt wəz ðæt ðeɪ noʊ ˈlɔŋ.gɚ bɪˈlivd.

Michael believed longer than the other boys, though they jeered at him; so he was with Wendy when peter came for her at the end of the first year.

ˈmaɪkəl bɪˈliːvd ˈlɔŋɡər ðæn ði ˈʌðər bɔɪz, ðoʊ ðeɪ ʤɪrd ət ˈhɪm; soʊ hi wəz wɪð ˈwɛndi wɛn ˈpiːtər keɪm fɔr hɜr ət ði ˈɛnd əv ði fɝst jɪr.

"I forget them after I kill them," he replied carelessly.

aɪ fərˈɡɛt ðɛm ˈæftər aɪ kɪl ðɛm hi rɪˈplaɪd ˈkɛrˌlɛsli

"O peter," she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember.

oʊ ˈpiːtər, ʃiː sɛd, ʃɑkt; bʌt ˈiːvən wɛn ʃiː ɪksˈpleɪnd hiː kʊd nɑt ɹɪˈmɛmbər.

"There are such a lot of them," he said.

ðer ɑr sʌʧ ə lɑt əv ðɛm, hi sɛd.

I expect he was right, for fairies don't live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.

aɪ ɪkˈspɛkt hi wəz raɪt fɔr ˈfɛriz doʊnt lɪv lɔŋ bət ðeɪ ɑr soʊ ˈlɪtəl ðæt ə ʃɔrt taɪm simz ə ɡʊd waɪl tu ðɛm

But he was exactly as fascinating as ever, and they had a lovely spring cleaning in the little house on the tree tops.

bʌt hi wəz ɪɡˈzæk(t)li æz ˈfæsɪˌneɪtɪŋ æz ˈɛvər, ənd ðeɪ hæd ə ˈlʌvli sprɪŋ ˈklinɪŋ ɪn ðə ˈlɪtəl haʊs ɒn ðə tri tɒps.

"Perhaps he is ill," Michael said.

pərˈhæps hi ɪz ɪl, ˈmaɪkəl sɛd.

Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying.

mɪkəl keɪm kloʊs tu hɝ ænd ˈwɪspɚd, wɪθ ə ˈʃɪvɚ, "pɚˈhæps ðɛɹ ɪz noʊ sʌʧ ˈpɝsən, ˈwɛndi!" ænd ðɛn ˈwɛndi wʊd hæv kraɪd ɪf mɪkəl hæd nɑt bɪn kraɪɪŋ.

For a little longer she tried for his sake not to have growing pains; and she felt she was untrue to him when she got a prize for general knowledge.

fɔr ə ˈlɪtəl ˈlɔŋər ʃi ˈtraɪd fɔr hɪz seɪk nɑt tə hæv ˈɡroʊɪŋ peɪnz; ənd ʃi fɛlt ʃi wəz ənˈtru tu ɪm ˈwɛn ʃi ɡɑt ə praɪz fɔr ˈdʒɛnərəl ˈnɑlɪʤ.

But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.

bʌt ðə jɪərz keɪm ænd wɛnt wɪðaʊt ˈbrɪŋɪŋ ðə ˈkɛrləs bɔɪ; ænd wɛn ðeɪ mɛt əˈɡɛn ˈwɛndi wəz ə ˈmærid ˈwʊmən, ænd ˈpitər wəz noʊ mɔr tu hər ðæn ə ˈlɪtəl dʌst ɪn ðə bɑks ɪn wɪʧ ʃi həd kɛpt hər tɔɪz.

You need not be sorry for her.

ju nid nɑt bi ˈsɔri fɔr hər.

She was one of the kind that likes to grow up.

ʃi wəz wʌn əv ðə kaɪnd ðæt laɪks tu ɡroʊ ʌp

In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than other girls.

ɪn ðə ɛnd ʃi ɡru ʌp əv hər oʊn fri wɪl ə ˈdeɪ ˈkwɪkər ðæn ˈʌðər ɡɜrlz

You may see the twins and Nibs and Curly any day going to an office, each carrying a little bag and an umbrella.

ju meɪ si ðə twɪnz ænd nɪbz ænd ˈkɜrli ˈɛni deɪ ˈɡoʊɪŋ tu ən ˈɔfɪs, itʃ ˈkɛrɪɪŋ ə ˈlɪtəl ˈbæɡ ænd ən əmˈbrɛlə.

You see that judge in a wig coming out at the iron door?

ju si ðæt ʤʌʤ ɪn ə wɪɡ ˈkʌmɪŋ aʊt æt ði ˈaɪ.ɹən ˈdɔɹ

That used to be Tootles.

ðæt juːzd tuː bi ˈtuːtlz.

The bearded man who doesn't know any story to tell his children was once john.

ðə ˈbɪərdɪd ˈmæn hu dəzənt noʊ ˈɛni ˈstɔri tu tɛl hɪz ˈʧɪldrən wəz wʌns ʤɑn

Wendy was married in white with a pink sash.

ˈwɛndi wəz ˈmærid ɪn waɪt wɪð ə pɪŋk sæʃ.

Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter.

"jɪrz roʊld ɑn əˈɡɛn, ænd ˈwɛndi hæd ə ˈdɔtər."

This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.

ðɪs ɔt nɑt tu bi ˈrɪtn ɪn ɪŋk bət ɪn ə ˈɡoʊldən splæʃ

There were only two beds in the nursery now, Jane's and her nurse's; and there was no kennel, for Nana also had passed away.

ðɛr wɜrd ˈoʊnli tuː ˈbɛdz ɪn ðə ˈnɜrsəri naʊ, ʤeɪnz ænd hər nɜrsɪz; ænd ðɛr wəz noʊ ˈkɛnəl, fɔr ˈnɑnə ˈɔlsoʊ hæd pæst əˈweɪ.

She died of old age, and at the end she had been rather difficult to get on with; being very firmly convinced that no one knew how to look after children except herself.

ʃi daɪd əv oʊld eɪʤ, ænd ət ði ɛnd ʃi hæd bɪn ˈræðər ˈdɪfɪkəlt tu ɡɛt ɑn wɪð; biɪŋ ˈvɛri ˈfɝmli kənˈvɪnst ðæt noʊ wʌn nu haʊ tu lʊk æftər ˈʧɪldrən ɪksɛpt hərˈsɛlf.

Once a week Jane's nurse had her evening off; and then it was Wendy's part to put Jane to bed.

wʌns ə wik ʤeɪnz nɜrs hæd hər ˈivnɪŋ ɔf; ænd ðɛn ɪt wəz ˈwɛndiz pɑrt tu pʊt ʤeɪn tu bɛd.

That was the time for stories.

ðæt wɑz ðə taɪm fɔr ˈstɔriz

"I don't think I see anything to night," says Wendy, with a feeling that if Nana were here she would object to further conversation.

aɪ doʊnt θɪŋk aɪ si ˈɛniθɪŋ tu naɪt, sɛz ˈwɛndi, wɪθ ə ˈfilɪŋ ðæt ɪf ˈnɑnə wɜr hɪr ʃi wʊd əbˈʤɛkt tu ˈfɜrðər ˌkɑnvərˈseɪʃən.

"That is a long time ago, sweetheart," says Wendy.

"ðæt ɪz ə lɔŋ taɪm əˈɡoʊ, ˈswitˌhɑrt," sɛz ˈwɛndi.

"Why do they forget the way?"

"waɪ du ðeɪ fəˈɡɛt ðə weɪ?"

"What is gay and innocent and heartless?

"wɑt ɪz ɡeɪ ænd ˈɪnəsənt ænd ˈhɑrtləs

Or perhaps Wendy admits she does see something.

ɔr pərˈhæps ˈwɛndi ədˈmɪts ʃi dəz si ˈsʌmθɪŋ.

"I do believe it is," says Jane.

aɪ du bɪˈliːv ɪt ɪz sɛz ʤeɪn.

"The foolish fellow," says Wendy, "tried to stick it on with soap, and when he could not he cried, and that woke me, and I sewed it on for him."

ðə ˈfuːlɪʃ ˈfɛloʊ, "sɛz ˈwɛndi, ˈtraɪd tuː stɪk ɪt ɒn wɪð soʊp, ənd wɛn hi kʊd ˈnɑt hi kraɪd, ənd ðæt ˈwoʊk mi, ənd aɪ soʊd ɪt ɒn fɔr ˈhɪm."

"You have missed a bit," interrupts Jane, who now knows the story better than her mother.

ˈju hæv ˈmɪst ə bɪt ˌɪntəˈrʌpts ˈʤeɪn, hu nɑʊ noʊz ðə ˈstɔri ˈbɛtər ˈðæn hər ˈmʌðər.

"Yes, that was it," says Jane, with a big breath.

"jɛs, ðæt wɑz ɪt," sɛz ʤeɪn, wɪθ ə bɪɡ brɛθ.

"Yes! which did you like best of all?"

"jɛs wɪʧ dɪd ju laɪk bɛst əv ɔl"

"I think I liked the home under the ground best of all."

aɪ θɪŋk aɪ laɪkt ðə hoʊm ˈʌndər ðə ɡraʊnd bɛst əv ɔl.

"Yes, so do i What was the last thing peter ever said to you?"

ˈjɛs, soʊ du aɪ wɑz ðə lɑst θɪŋ ˈpitər ˈɛvər sɛd tuː juː

"The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.'"

ðə lɑst θɪŋ hi ˈɛvər sɛd tu mi wəz, ʤʌst ˈɔlwəz bi ˈweɪtɪŋ fɔr mi, ənd ðɛn sʌm naɪt ju wɪl hɪr mi ˈkroʊɪŋ.

"But, alas, he forgot all about me," Wendy said it with a smile.

bʌt, əˈlæs, hi fərˈɡɑt ɔl əˈbaʊt mi, ˈwɛndi sɛd ɪt wɪð ə smaɪl.

She was as grown up as that.

ʃi wəz æz ɡroʊn ʌp æz ðæt.

Wendy was a little startled.

ˈwɛndi wəz ə ˈlɪtəl ˈstɑrtl̩d.

"My darling, how can you know?"

mɑɪ ˈdɑrlɪŋ, haʊ kæn ju noʊ?

And then one night came the tragedy.

ænd ðɛn wʌn naɪt keɪm ðə ˈtræʤədi

Wendy was sitting on the floor, very close to the fire, so as to see to darn, for there was no other light in the nursery; and while she sat darning she heard a crow.

ˈwɛndi wəz ˈsɪtɪŋ ɑn ðə flɔr, ˈvɛri kloʊs tu ðə ˈfaɪr, soʊ æz tu si tu dɑrn, ˈfɔr ðɛr wəz noʊ ˈʌðər laɪt ɪn ðə ˈnɝsəri; ænd ˈwaɪl ʃi ˈsæt ˈdɑrnɪŋ ʃi ˈhɝd ə kroʊ.

He was exactly the same as ever, and Wendy saw at once that he still had all his first teeth.

hi wəz ɪɡˈzæktli ðə seɪm əz ˈɛvər ænd ˈwɛndi sɔ ət wʌns ðæt hi stɪl hæd ɔl hɪz fɜrst tiθ

He was a little boy, and she was grown up.

hi wəz ə ˈlɪtəl bɔɪ, ənd ʃi wəz ɡroʊn ʌp.

She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.

ʃi ˈhʌdld baɪ ðə ˈfaɪər nɑt ˈdɛrɪŋ tu ˈmuv, ˈhɛlplɪs ænd ˈɡɪlti, ə bɪɡ ˈwʊmən.

Something inside her was crying "Woman, Woman, let go of me."

ˈsʌmθɪŋ ɪnˈsaɪd hər wəz ˈkraɪɪŋ "ˈwʊmən, ˈwʊmən, lɛt ɡoʊ ʌv mi."

"Boy or girl?"

"bɔɪ ɔr ɡɜrl?"

Now surely he would understand; but not a bit of it.

naʊ ˈʃʊrli hi wʊd ˌʌndərˈstænd; bʌt nɑt ə bɪt əv ɪt.

"Of course; that is why I have come." He added a little sternly, "Have you forgotten that this is spring cleaning time?"

əv kɔrs ðæt ɪz waɪ aɪ hæv kʌm. hi ˈædəd ə ˈlɪtəl ˈstɝnli, hæv ju fərˈɡɑtən ðæt ðɪs ɪz sprɪŋ ˈklinɪŋ taɪm

"What is it?" he cried, shrinking.

"wɑt ɪz ɪt?" hi krɑɪd, ʃrɪŋkɪŋ.

He gave a cry of pain; and when the tall beautiful creature stooped to lift him in her arms he drew back sharply.

hi ɡeɪv ə kraɪ əv peɪn; ænd wen ðə tɔːl ˈbjutɪfəl ˈkriːʧər stuːpt tu lɪft ɪm ɪn hər ɑːrmz i druː bæk ˈʃɑːrpli.

I am ever so much more than twenty.

aɪ ˌæm ˈɛvər soʊ ˈmʌtʃ mɔr ðæn ˈtwɛnti.

I grew up long ago."

aɪ ɡruː ʌp lɔŋ əˈɡoʊ"

"You promised not to!"

ju ˈprɒmɪst ˈnɒt tuː

"No, you're not."

nəʊ, jʊə ˈnɒt.

"Yes, and the little girl in the bed is my baby."

"jes, ænd ðə ˈlɪtəl ɡɜrl ɪn ðə bɛd ɪz maɪ ˈbeɪbi."

"No, she's not."

ˈnoʊ, ʃiz ˈnɑt.

Of course he did not strike.

əv kɔrs hi dɪd nɑt straɪk

peter continued to cry, and soon his sobs woke Jane.

ˈpiːtər kənˈtɪnjud tu kraɪ, ænd sun hɪz sɑbz wəʊk ʤeɪn.

She sat up in bed, and was interested at once.

ʃi sæt ʌp ɪn bɛd, ænd wʌz ˈɪntrəstɪd æt wʌns.

"My name is peter Pan," he told her.

maɪ neɪm ɪz ˈpiːtər pæn hi təʊld hɜːr

"Yes, I know."

jɛs, aɪ noʊ.

"Yes, I know," Jane said, "I have been waiting for you."

jɛs, aɪ noʊ, ʤeɪn sɛd, aɪ hæv bɪn ˈweɪtɪŋ fɔr juː.

When Wendy returned diffidently she found peter sitting on the bed post crowing gloriously, while Jane in her nighty was flying round the room in solemn ecstasy.

wɛn ˈwɛndi rɪˈtɜrnd ˈdɪfɪdəntli ʃi faʊnd ˈpitər ˈsɪtɪŋ ɒn ðə bɛd poʊst ˈkroʊɪŋ ˈɡlɔrɪəsli, waɪl ʤeɪn ɪn hər ˈnaɪti wɑz ˈflaɪɪŋ raʊnd ðə rum ɪn ˈsɑləm ˈɛkstəsi.

Wendy rushed to the window.

ˈwɛndi rʌʃt tuː ðə ˈwɪndoʊ.

"No, no," she cried.

nəʊ, nəʊ, ʃiː kraɪd.

Jane is now a common grown up, with a daughter called Margaret; and every spring cleaning time, except when he forgets, peter comes for Margaret and takes her to the Neverland, where she tells him stories about himself, to which he listens eagerly.

ˈd͡ʒeɪn ɪz naʊ ə ˈkɒmən ɡrəʊn ʌp, wɪð ə ˈdɔːtə kɔːld ˈmɑːɡrɪt; ənd ˈɛvri sprɪŋ ˈkliːnɪŋ taɪm, ɪkˈsept wɛn hiː fəˈɡɛts, ˈpiːtə kʌmz fɔː ˈmɑːɡrɪt ənd teɪks hɜː tə ðə ˈnevəˌlænd, wɛə ʃiː tɛlz hɪm ˈstɔːriz əˈbaʊt hɪmˈsɛlf, tə wɪtʃ hiː ˈlɪsənz ˈiːɡəli.

CHAPTER eleven

ˈtʃæp.tər ɪˈlɛv.ən

He carried out his resolve with a great deal of tact, and the young lady found in renewed contact with him no obstacle to the exercise of her genius for unshrinking enquiry, the general application of her confidence.

hi ˈkæɹid aʊt hɪz ɹɪˈzɑlv wɪð ə ˈɡɹeɪt dil əv tækt, ænd ðə jʌŋ ˈleɪdi faʊnd ɪn ɹɪˈnjuːd ˈkɑntækt wɪð hɪm noʊ ˈɑbstəkəl tuː ðə ˈɛksəɹˌsaɪz əv hər ˈdʒinjəs fɔɹ ʌnˈʃɹɪŋkɪŋ ɪnˈkwaɪɹi, ðə ˈʤɛnəɹəl ˌæplɪˈkeɪʃən əv hər ˈkɑnfədəns.

I don't like Miss Stackpole-everything about her displeases me; she talks so much too loud and looks at one as if one wanted to look at her-which one doesn't.

aɪ doʊnt laɪk mɪs ˈstækˌpoʊl ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ əˈbaʊt hɜr dɪsˈplizəz mi; ʃi tɔks soʊ mʌtʃ tu lɑʊd ænd lʊks æt wʌn æz ɪf wʌn ˈwɑntɪd tu lʊk æt hɜr-wɪʧ wʌn ˈdʌzənt.

She'd like Gardencourt a great deal better if it were a boarding house.

ʃid laɪk ˈɡɑrdn̩ˌkɔrt ə ɡret dil ˈbɛtər ɪf ɪt wər ə ˈbɔrdɪŋ haʊs.

For me, I find it almost too much of one!

fɔr mi, aɪ faɪnd ɪt ˈɔlˌmoʊst tu mʌtʃ əv wʌn

We shall never get on together therefore, and there's no use trying."

wi ʃæl ˈnɛvər ˈɡɛt ɒn təˈɡɛðər ˈðɛrˌfɔr, ənd ðɛrz noʊ ˈjus ˈtraɪɪŋ.

This contribution to the discussion, however, Miss Stackpole rejected with scorn.

ðɪs ˌkɑntrɪˈbjuʃən tu ðə dɪsˈkʌʃən, haʊˈɛvər, mɪs ˈstækpoʊl rɪˈʤɛktɪd wɪð skɔrn.

"I don't know what you mean," Henrietta replied.

aɪ doʊnt noʊ wʌt juː miːn, ˌhɛnriˈɛtə rɪˈplaɪd.

"I like to be treated as an American lady."

aɪ laɪk tu bi ˈtriːtɪd æz ən əˈmɛɹɪkən ˈleɪdi.

"They're the companions of freemen," Henrietta retorted.

ðeɪr ðə kəmˈpænjənz əv ˈfriːmən hɛnriˈɛtə rɪˈtɔrtɪd

"They're the companions of their servants-the Irish chambermaid and the negro waiter.

ðeɪr ðə kəmˈpænjənz əv ðeər ˈsɜrvənts ðə ˈaɪrɪʃ ˈʧeɪmbərˌmeɪd ænd ðə ˈniɡroʊ ˈweɪtər.

They share their work."

ðeɪ ʃɛɹ ðɛɹ wɜrk.

"Do you call the domestics in an American household 'slaves'?" Miss Stackpole enquired.

"du jə ˈkɔl ðə dəˈmɛstɪks ɪn ən əˈmɛrɪkən ˈhaʊsˌhoʊld 'sleɪvz'?" mɪs ˈstækpoʊl ɪnˈkwaɪrd.

"They're very bad in America, but I've five perfect ones in Florence."

ðeɪr ˈvɛri bæd ɪn əˈmɛrɪkə, bət aɪv faɪv ˈpɜrfɪkt wʌnz ɪn ˈflɔrəns.

"I don't think I should: you wouldn't at all have the tenue."

aɪ doʊnt θɪŋk aɪ ʃʊd, ju wʊdnt æt ɔl hæv ðə tɛnjuː.

"The companions of freemen-I like that, Miss Stackpole," said Ralph. "It's a beautiful description."

"ðə kəmˈpænjənz əv ˈfriːmən aɪ ˈlaɪk ðæt mɪs ˈstækpoʊl," sɛd rælf. "ɪts ə ˈbjutəfəl dɪˈskrɪpʃən."

And this was the only reward that Ralph got for his compliment.

ænd ðɪs wəz ðə ˈoʊnli rɪˈwɔrd ðæt rælf ɡɑt fɔr hɪz ˈkɑmpləmənt.

It was perhaps because her mind was oppressed with this image that she suffered some days to elapse before she took occasion to say to Isabel: "My dear friend, I wonder if you're growing faithless."

ɪt wəz pərˈhæps bɪˈkɔz hər maɪnd wəz əˈprɛst wɪð ðɪs ˈɪmɪʤ ðæt ʃi ˈsʌfərd səm ˈdeɪz tu ɪˈlæps bɪˈfɔr ʃi tʊk əˈkeɪʒən tu seɪ tu ˈaɪzəbəl: "maɪ dɪr frɛnd, aɪ ˈwʌndər ɪf jʊər ˈgroʊɪŋ ˈfeɪθləs."

"Faithless?

"ˈfeɪθləs"

Faithless to you, Henrietta?"

ˈfeɪθləs tuː juː, hɛnriˈɛtə

"No, that would be a great pain; but it's not that."

ˈnoʊ, ðæt wʊd bi ə ˈɡreɪt peɪn; bət ɪts ˈnɑt ðæt.

"Ah, that I hope will never be.

ə, ðæt aɪ hoʊp wɪl ˈnɛvər bi