WENDY’S STORY “Listen, then,” said Wendy, settling down to her story, with Michael at her feet and seven boys in the bed. “There was once a gentleman—” “I had rather he had been a lady,” Curly said. “I wish he had been a white rat,” said Nibs. “Quiet,” their mother admonished them. “There was a lady also, and—” “Oh, mummy,” cried the first twin, “you mean that there is a lady also, don’t you? She is not dead, is she?” “Oh, no.” “I am awfully glad she isn’t dead,” said Tootles. “Are you glad, John?” “Of course I am.…