"It's like this," replied Wendy, and gently kissed his cheek.
WENDY GENTLY KISSED HIS CHEEK.
"Oh!" cried Peter, "how nice!" and he began to give her thimbles in return, and ever afterwards he called a kiss a thimble, and a thimble a kiss.
"But Peter, how old are you?" continued Wendy.
"I don't know, but quite young. I ran away the day I was born."
"Ran away—why?"
"Because I heard my father and mother talking about what I was to be when I became a man. I don't want to be a man. I want always to be a little boy and have fun. So I ran away and lived among the fairies."