18 Dou AUDITION SIDES d Wendy 19 Roles: Peter and Wendy (PETER rises and bows beauujuziy. wtr’1uy, mucu pieasea, bows WENDY. You’re dreadfully ignorant. beautaflully to him fronz the bed.) S~r4’.RT PETER. No, I’m not PETER. What’s your name? WENDY. I shall sew it on for you, my little man. (Gets out her sewing WENDY. Wendy Moira Angela Darling. What is your name? kit.) I daresay it will hurt a little. PETER. Peter Pan. PETER. Oh, I shan’t cry. WENDY. Is that all? (The shadow now affixed, PETER jumps about in the wildest glee.) PETER. Yes. PETER. How clever I am! Oh, the cleverness of me! WENDY. I’m so sony. WENDY. You conceited little boy! Of course I did nothing! PETER. It doesn’t matter. PETER. You did a little. WENDY. Where do you live? WENDY. A little! If I am no use I can at least withdraw. PETER. Second to the right and then straight on till morning. (WENDY springs in the most dign(fied way into bed and covers her WENDY. What a funny address! face with the blankets. To induce her to look up, PETER pretends to be going away, and when this fails, he sits on the end of the bed and PETER. No, it isn’t, taps her gently with his foot.) WENDY. I mean, is that what they put on the letters? PETER. Wendy, don’t withdraw. I can’t help crowing, Wendy, ETER. Don’t get any letters. when I’m pleased with myself. WENDY. But your mother gets letters? tinues,(She doesin nota voicelookthatup, nothoughwomanshehaswaseverlisteningyet beeneagerly.able toPETERresist.) con- ETER. Don’t have a mother. PETER. Wendy...! Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys. WENDY. 0 Peter, no wonder you were crying! (Now WENDY is every inch a woman, though there are not very (WENDY gets out of bed and runs to him.) many inches, and she peeps out of the bed-clothes.) ETER. I wasn’t crying about mothers. I was crying because I can’t WENDY. Do you really think so, Peter? et my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn’t crying. PETER. Yes, I do. WENDY. It has come off? WENDY. I think it’s perfectly sweet of you, and I’ll get up again. ETER. Yes. (She sits with him on the side of the bed.) WENDY. How awful! (Smiles:) Did you try to stick it on with soap? WENDY. I shall give you a kiss if you like. ETER. Why shouldn’t it? (PETER holds out his hand expectantly.) WENDY. How exactly like a boy! It must be sewn on. WENDY. Surely you know what a kiss is? ETER. What’s sewn. PETER. I shall know when you give it to me. 20 Doug Rand Peter Pan and Wendy 21

(Not to hurt his feelings, she gives him a thimble.) WENDY. The only sound I hear is like a tinkle of bells. PETER. Now, shall I give you a kiss? PETER. Well, that’s Tink, that’s the language. I think I hear her WENDY. If you please. too. Wendy, I do believe I shut her up in the drawer! (Size makes herself rather cheap by inclining herjftce toward him, but (He lets poor Tink out of the drawer, and she flies about the nursery he merely drops an acorn button into her hand, so she slowly returns screaming with fury.) herface to where it had been before.) PETER. You shouldn’t say such things, Tink. Of course I’m very WENDY. I shall wear your kiss on this chain around my neck. How sorry, but how could I know you were in the drawer? old are you? WENDY. 0 Peter, if she would only stand still and let me see her! PETER. I don’t know, but I am quite young. Wendy, I ran away the day I was born. PETER Tink, this lady says she wishes you were her fairy. (WENDY is quite surprised, but interested; and she indicates in the ( answers insolently.) charnung drawing-room manner, by a touch on her night-gown, that WENDY. What does she say, Peter? lie may sit nearer her.) PETER. She is not very polite. She says you are a great ugly girl, PETER. It was because I heard father and mother, talldng about and that she is my fairy. You know you can’t be my fairy, Tink, be what I was to be when I became a man. I don’t want ever to be a cause lam an gentleman and you are a lady. man. I want always to be a little boy and to have fun. So I ran away to and lived a long long time among the fair- (To this Tink replies, “You silly fool,” and disappears into the bath ies. room.) WENDY. Oh, Peter! Tell me everything about the ! PETER. She is quite a common fairy—she is called Tinker Bell be cause she mends the pots and kettles. PETER. You see, Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skip WENDY. If you don’t live in Kensington Gardens now — ping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And so, there PETER. Sometimes I do still. ought to be one fairy for every boy and girl. WENDY. But where do you live mostly now? WENDY. Ought to be? Isn’t there? PETER. With the . PETER. No. You see children know such a lot now, they soon don’t WENDY. Who are they? believe in fairies, and every time a child says, ‘I don’t believe in fairies,’ there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead. I can’t PETER. They are the children who fall out of their perambulators think where Tink has gone to—Tink! when the nurse is looking the other way. If they are not claimed in seven days they are sent far away to the to defray ex WENDY. Peter, you don’t mean to tell me that there is a fairy in this penses. I’m captain. oom! WENDY. What fun it must be! ETER. She was here just now. You don’t hear her, do you? PETER. Yes, but we are rather lonely. You see we have no female (They both listen.) companionship. Doug Rand Peter Pan and Wendy 23

WENDY. Are none of the others girls? WENDY. But why? PETER. Oh, no; girls, you know, are much too clever to fall out of PETER. Why, Tink? their prams. (Again Tink replies, “You sillyfooL”) WENDY. I think it is perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls; ohn there just despises us. WENDY. Peter, did you come to the nursery window to see me?

IN IS I-i (For reply PETER rises and kicks JOHN out of bed, blankets and all; PETER. Oh, no—just to listen to stories. one kick.) WENDY. I see. WENDY. How forward for a first meeting, Peter! You are not the PETER. I don’t know any stories. None of the lost boys knows any aptain in my house! stories. (Size sees that JOHN continues to sleep placidly on the floor.) WENDY. How perfectly awful. WENDY. But I know you meant to be kind, so you may give me a PETER. 0 Wendy, your mother was telling you such a lovely story. kiss. WENDY. Which story was it? ETER. I thought you would want it back. PETER. About the prince who couldn’t find the lady who wore the (He offers to rehirn the tin tnble.) glass slipper. WENDY. Oh dear, I don’t mean a kiss, I mean a thimble. WENDY. Peter, that was Cinderella, and he found her, and they PETER. What’s that? lived happily ever after. WENDY. It’s like this. (PETER is so glad that he rises from the floor, where they have been sitting, and hurries to the window.) (Size kisses him.) WENDY. Where are you going? PETER. Funny! Now shall I give you a thimble? PETER. To tell the other boys. WENDY. If you wish to. WENDY. Don’t go Peter — I know such lots of stories. Oh, the sto (She keeps her head erect this time, and PETER thinzbles her. Almost ries I could tell to the boys! immediately, WENDY screeches.) (PETER grips her and begins to draw her toward the window.) ETER. What is it, Wendy? WENDY. Let me go! WENDY. It was exactly as if someone were pulling my hair. PETER. Wendy, do come with me and tell the other boys. ETER. That must have been Tink. I never knew her to be so aughty before. WENDY. Oh dear, I can’t. Think of mummy! Besides, I can’t fly. (Tink darts about again, using offensive language.) PETER. I’ll teach you. ETER. She says she will do that to you, Wendy, every time I give WENDY. Oh, how lovely to fly. ou a thimble.