The loveliest tinkle as of golden bells answered him. It is
the fairy language. You ordinary children can never hear it, but if you were to
hear it you would know that you had heard it once before.
Tink said that the shadow was in the big box. She meant the
chest of drawers, and Peter jumped at the drawers, scattering their contents to
the floor with both hands. In a moment he had recovered his shadow, and in his delight
he forgot that he had shut Tinker Bell up in the drawer.
He tried to stick it on with soap from the bathroom, but failed. A shudder passed through Peter, and he sat on the floor and
cried. His sobs woke Wendy, and she sat up in bed.
"What is your name?"
"Peter Pan."
She asked where he lived.
"Second to the right," said Peter, "and then
straight on till morning."
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