“You will remember about changing your flannels, Peter?” she said, lingering over him. She was always so particular about their flannels.

“Yes.”

“And you will take your medicine?”

“Yes.”

That seemed to be everything; and an awkward pause followed. Peter, however, was not the kind that breaks down before people. “Are you ready, Tinker Bell?” he called out.

“Ay, ay.”

“Then lead the way.”