Once more the boys emerged. Nibs said, “I saw a wonderfuller thing, a great white bird. It is flying this way.”

“What kind of a bird, do you think?”

“I don’t know,” Nibs said, “but it looked so tired, and it cried ‘Poor Wendy.’”

“Poor Wendy?”

“See, it comes!” cried Curly, pointing to Wendy in the heavens.

Wendy was now almost overhead, and they could hear her cry. But more distinct came the shrill voice of Tinker Bell. The jealous fairy cried, “Peter wants you to shoot the Wendy.”

Tinker was rather a bad little fairy sometimes.

“Let us do what Peter wishes!” cried the boys. “Quick, bows and arrows!”

All but Tootles popped down their trees. He had a bow and arrow with him, and Tink noted it, and rubbed her little hands.