Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.
J. M. Barrie · Peter Pan
Joy & wonder
“Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the…”
- Author
- J. M. Barrie
- Work
- Peter Pan
- Year
- 1911
- Chapter / part
- Chapter I: Peter Breaks Through
- Length
- 52 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #16
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