Peter Pan Adventures: ALL 7 Books in One Illustrated Edition. J. M. Barrie

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      J. M. Barrie, Daniel O'Connor, Oliver Herford

      Peter Pan Adventures: All 7 Books in One Illustrated Edition

      The Magic of Neverland: The Little White Bird, Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, Peter and Wendy...

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      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-2098-4

      Table of Contents

       The Little White Bird

       Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens

       Peter and Wendy

       Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up

       When Wendy Grew Up

       The Story of Peter Pan

       The Peter Pan Alphabet

      The Little White Bird

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       I. David and I Set Forth Upon a Journey

       II. The Little Nursery Governess

       III. Her Marriage, Her Clothes, Her Appetite, and an Inventory of Her Furniture

       IV. A Night-Piece

       V. The Fight For Timothy

       VI. A Shock

       VII. The Last of Timothy

       VIII. The Inconsiderate Waiter

       IX. A Confirmed Spinster

       X. Sporting Reflections

       XI. The Runaway Perambulator

       XII. The Pleasantest Club in London

       XIII. The Grand Tour of the Gardens

       XIV. Peter Pan

       XV. The Thrush’s Nest

       XVI. Lock-Out Time

       XVII. The Little House

       XVIII. Peter’s Goat

       XIX. An Interloper

       XX. David and Porthos Compared

       XXI. William Paterson

       XXII. Joey

       XXIII. Pilkington’s

       XXIV. Barbara

       XXV. The Cricket Match

       XXVI. The Dedication

      I. David and I Set Forth Upon a Journey

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      Sometimes the little boy who calls me father brings me an invitation from his mother: “I shall be so pleased if you will come and see me,” and I always reply in some such words as these: “Dear madam, I decline.” And if David asks why I decline, I explain that it is because I have no desire to meet the woman.

      “Come this time, father,” he urged lately, “for it is her birthday, and she is twenty-six,” which is so great an age to David, that I think he fears she cannot last much longer.

      “Twenty-six, is she, David?” I replied. “Tell her I said she looks more.”

      I had my delicious dream that night. I dreamt that I too was twenty-six, which was a long time ago, and that I took train to a place called my home, whose whereabouts I see not in my waking hours, and when I alighted at the station a dear lost love was waiting for me, and we went away together. She met me in no ecstasy of emotion, nor was I surprised to find her there; it was as if we had been married for years and parted for a day. I like to think that I gave her some of the things to carry.

      Were I to tell my delightful dream to David’s mother, to whom I have never in my life addressed one word, she would droop her head and raise it bravely, to imply that I make her very sad but very proud, and she would be wishful to lend me her absurd little pocket handkerchief. And then, had I the heart, I might make a disclosure that would startle her, for it is not the face of David’s mother that I see in my dreams.

      Has it ever been your lot, reader, to be persecuted by a pretty woman who thinks, without a tittle of reason, that you are bowed down under a hopeless partiality for her? It is thus that I have been pursued for several years now by the unwelcome sympathy of the tender-hearted and virtuous Mary A——. When we pass in the street the poor deluded soul subdues her buoyancy, as if it were shame to walk happy before one she has lamed, and at such times