Her bright hair, blown back and floating behind her, formed a shimmering frame for her delicate face. So for the last time they beheld her, as she disappeared, a glistening speck against the deep blue of the midnight sky.
Peter Pan was yawning in a manner which indicated a desire for bed, and hunting up Tim, whom they discovered vigorously digging for worms, they hastened home, leaving the owl still fast asleep on his throne.
In five minutes they were in the land of Nod, their remarkable adventure already quite forgotten.
When Sally awoke next morning she found pinned to her pillow a slip of paper on which were penciled in an unfamiliar handwriting the following lines:
A mighty toad as marshal sat,
A speckled hoptoad, brown and fat,
He wore a mushroom for a hat.
And when he hopped the mushroom flopped;
It flopped, and flopped, and flopped and flopped;