One important result of the brush (with the pirates) on the lagoon was that it made the redskins their friends. Peter had saved Tiger Lily from a dreadful fate, and now there was nothing she and her braves would not do for him. All night they sat above, keeping watch over the home under the ground and awaiting the big attack by the pirates which obviously could not be much longer delayed. Even by day they hung about, smoking the pipe of peace, and looking almost as if they wanted tit-bits to eat.
查看中文翻译
They called Peter the Great White Father, prostrating themselves (lying down) before him; and he liked this tremendously, so that it was not really good for him.
查看中文翻译
"Me Tiger Lily," that lovely creature would reply. "Peter Pan save me, me his velly nice friend. Me no let pirates hurt him."
查看中文翻译
She was far too pretty to cringe in this way, but Peter thought it his due, and he would answer condescendingly, "It is good. Peter Pan has spoken."
查看中文翻译
"The great white father," he would say to them in a very lordly manner, as they grovelled at his feet, "is glad to see the Piccaninny warriors protecting his wigwam from the pirates."
查看中文翻译
Always when he said, "Peter Pan has spoken," it meant that they must now shut up, and they accepted it humbly in that spirit; but they were by no means so respectful to the other boys, whom they looked upon as just ordinary braves. They said "How-do?" to them, and things like that; and what annoyed the boys was that Peter seemed to think this all right.
查看中文翻译
We have now reached the evening that was to be known among them as the Night of Nights, because of its adventures and their upshot. The day, as if quietly gathering its forces, had been almost uneventful, and now the redskins in their blankets were at their posts above, while, below, the children were having their evening meal; all except Peter, who had gone out to get the time. The way you got the time on the island was to find the crocodile, and then stay near him till the clock struck.
查看中文翻译
Secretly Wendy sympathised with them a little, but she was far too loyal a housewife to listen to any complaints against father. "Father knows best," she always said, whatever her private opinion must be. Her private opinion was that the redskins should not call her a squaw.
查看中文翻译
"He hasn't even begun to drink his milk," Nibs interposed.
查看中文翻译
The meal happened to be a make-believe tea, and they sat around the board, guzzling in their greed; and really, what with their chatter and recriminations, the noise, as Wendy said, was positively deafening. To be sure, she did not mind noise, but she simply would not have them grabbing things, and then excusing themselves by saying that Tootles had pushed their elbow. There was a fixed rule that they must never hit back at meals, but should refer the matter of dispute to Wendy by raising the right arm politely and saying, "I complain of so-and-so;" but what usually happened was that they forgot to do this or did it too much.
查看中文翻译
"Silence," cried Wendy when for the twentieth time she had told them that they were not all to speak at once. "Is your mug empty, Slightly darling?"
查看中文翻译
"Not quite empty, mummy," Slightly said, after looking into an imaginary mug.
查看中文翻译
This was telling, and Slightly seized his chance.
查看中文翻译
"I complain of Nibs," he cried promptly.
查看中文翻译
John, however, had held up his hand first.
查看中文翻译
"No, Tootles."
查看中文翻译
"No, I won't," Michael rapped out. He was already in his basket.
查看中文翻译
"Sit in father's chair, John!" Wendy was scandalised. Certainly not."
查看中文翻译
"As I can't be baby," Tootles said, getting heavier and heavier and heavier, "do you think I could be a twin?"
查看中文翻译
This was grumbling. "We complain of John," cried the twins.
查看中文翻译
"I don't suppose," Tootles said diffidently (bashfully or timidly), that I could be father.
查看中文翻译
"As I can't be father," he said heavily, "I don't suppose, Michael, you would let me be baby?"
查看中文翻译
"Well, John?"
查看中文翻译
Once Tootles began, which was not very often, he had a silly way of going on.
查看中文翻译
"May I sit in Peter's chair, as he is not here?"
查看中文翻译
Tootles held up his hand. He was so much the humblest of them, indeed he was the only humble one, that Wendy was specially gentle with him.
查看中文翻译
"As I can't be anything important," said Tootles, "would any of you like to see me do a trick?"
查看中文翻译
"He is not really our father," John answered. "He didn't even know how a father does till I showed him."
查看中文翻译
"No, indeed," replied the twins; "it's awfully difficult to be a twin."
查看中文翻译
"I complain of the twins."
查看中文翻译
The hateful telling broke out again.
查看中文翻译
"Wendy," remonstrated (scolded) Michael, "I'm too big for a cradle."
查看中文翻译
"The twins began with cheese-cakes."
查看中文翻译
She told them to clear away, and sat down to her work-basket, a heavy load of stockings and every knee with a hole in it as usual.
查看中文翻译
"I complain of Curly."
查看中文翻译
"No," they all replied.
查看中文翻译
"Oh dear, oh dear," cried Wendy, "I'm sure I sometimes think that spinsters are to be envied."
查看中文翻译
"Nibs is speaking with his mouth full."
查看中文翻译
"I complain of Nibs."
查看中文翻译
"Curly is taking both butter and honey."
查看中文翻译
"I must have somebody in a cradle," she said almost tartly, "and you are the littlest. A cradle is such a nice homely thing to have about a house."
查看中文翻译
Then at last he stopped. "I hadn't really any hope," he said.
查看中文翻译
While she sewed they played around her; such a group of happy faces and dancing limbs lit up by that romantic fire. It had become a very familiar scene, this, in the home under the ground, but we are looking on it for the last time.
查看中文翻译
"Slightly is coughing on the table."
查看中文翻译
Above, the redskins crouched before Peter.
查看中文翻译
"Watch well, braves. I have spoken."
查看中文翻译
"It was me told him mothers are called old lady," Michael whispered to Curly.
查看中文翻译
And then, as so often before, the gay children dragged him from his tree. As so often before, but never again.
查看中文翻译
"Me! My old bones would rattle!"
查看中文翻译
"Ah, old lady," said Peter, hanging up his gun.
查看中文翻译
There was a step above, and Wendy, you may be sure, was the first to recognize it.
查看中文翻译
"Children, I hear your father's step. He likes you to meet him at the door."
查看中文翻译
"Peter, you just spoil them, you know," Wendy simpered (exaggerated a smile).
查看中文翻译
"But we want you to dance."
查看中文翻译
"I complain of Michael," said Curly instantly.
查看中文翻译
The first twin came to Peter. "Father, we want to dance."
查看中文翻译
"Dance away, my little man," said Peter, who was in high good humour.
查看中文翻译
Peter was really the best dancer among them, but he pretended to be scandalised.
查看中文翻译
"And mummy too."
查看中文翻译
He had brought nuts for the boys as well as the correct time for Wendy.
查看中文翻译
"What," cried Wendy, "the mother of such an armful, dance!"
查看中文翻译
"People of our figure, Wendy!"
查看中文翻译
So they were told they could dance, but they must put on their nighties first.
查看中文翻译
"Michael takes after you."
查看中文翻译
"But it is only among our own progeny (children)."
查看中文翻译
"It is sweet, Peter, isn't it?" Wendy said, frightfully gratified. "Peter, I think Curly has your nose."
查看中文翻译
"True, true."
查看中文翻译
"Ah, old lady," Peter said aside to Wendy, warming himself by the fire and looking down at her as she sat turning a heel, "there is nothing more pleasant of an evening for you and me when the day's toil is over than to rest by the fire with the little ones near by."
查看中文翻译
"But on a Saturday night," Slightly insinuated.
查看中文翻译
"Dear Peter," she said, "with such a large family, of course, I have now passed my best, but you don't want to (ex) change me, do you?"
查看中文翻译
She went to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
查看中文翻译
"Of course it is Saturday night, Peter," Wendy said, relenting.
查看中文翻译
It was not really Saturday night, at least it may have been, for they had long lost count of the days; but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night, and then they did it.
查看中文翻译
"But they are ours, Peter, yours and mine."
查看中文翻译
"I thought so," she said, and went and sat by herself at the extreme end of the room.
查看中文翻译
"You see," he continued apologetically, "it would make me seem so old to be their real father."
查看中文翻译
"But not really, Wendy?" he asked anxiously.
查看中文翻译
Certainly he did not want a change, but he looked at her uncomfortably, blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.
查看中文翻译
"Oh yes," Wendy said primly (formally and properly).
查看中文翻译
"I was just thinking," he said, a little scared. "It is only make-believe, isn't it, that I am their father?"
查看中文翻译
"Not if you don't wish it," she replied; and she distinctly heard his sigh of relief. "Peter," she asked, trying to speak firmly, "what are your exact feelings to (about) me?"
查看中文翻译
"No, Wendy."
查看中文翻译
"Those of a devoted son, Wendy."
查看中文翻译
"You are so queer," he said, frankly puzzled, "and Tiger Lily is just the same. There is something she wants to be to me, but she says it is not my mother."
查看中文翻译
"Peter, what is it?"
查看中文翻译
"No, indeed, it is not," Wendy replied with frightful emphasis. Now we know why she was prejudiced against the redskins.
查看中文翻译
"It isn't for a lady to tell."
查看中文翻译
None of them knew. Perhaps it was best not to know. Their ignorance gave them one more glad hour; and as it was to be their last hour on the island, let us rejoice that there were sixty glad minutes in it. They sang and danced in their night- gowns. Such a deliciously creepy song it was, in which they pretended to be frightened at their own shadows, little witting that so soon shadows would close in upon them, from whom they would shrink in real fear. So uproariously gay was the dance, and how they buffeted each other on the bed and out of it! It was a pillow fight rather than a dance, and when it was finished, the pillows insisted on one bout more, like partners who know that they may never meet again. The stories they told, before it was time for Wendy's good-night story! Even Slightly tried to tell a story that night, but the beginning was so fearfully dull that it appalled not only the others but himself, and he said happily:
查看中文翻译
Here Tink, who was in her bedroom, eavesdropping, squeaked out something impudent.
查看中文翻译
He had a sudden idea. "Perhaps Tink wants to be my mother?"
查看中文翻译
"Then what is it?"
查看中文翻译
She had said it so often that Wendy needed no translation.
查看中文翻译
"Oh, very well," Peter said, a little nettled. "Perhaps Tinker Bell will tell me."
查看中文翻译
"You silly ass!" cried Tinker Bell in a passion.
查看中文翻译
"Oh yes, Tinker Bell will tell you," Wendy retorted scornfully. "She is an abandoned little creature."
查看中文翻译
"I almost agree with her," Wendy snapped. Fancy Wendy snapping! But she had been much tried, and she little knew what was to happen before the night was out. If she had known she would not have snapped.
查看中文翻译
"She says she glories in being abandoned," Peter interpreted.
查看中文翻译
"Yes, it is a dull beginning. I say, let us pretend that it is the end."
查看中文翻译
And then at last they all got into bed for Wendy's story, the story they loved best, the story Peter hated. Usually when she began to tell this story he left the room or put his hands over his ears; and possibly if he had done either of those things this time they might all still be on the island. But to-night he remained on his stool; and we shall see what happened.
查看中文翻译