"Wait," said Peter
Molly turned back, her eyes questioning,
"Maybe. . ." said Peter, and he stopped.
"Maybe what?" said Molly.
"Maybe, I was thinking, since I can fly," said Peter, "maybe I could come to see you some time, in England. I could fly there!"
Molly smiled. "That would be nice, Peter. That would be lovely."
Another few moments passed.
"I suppose it will have to be soon," said Peter. "Because you're going to be getting older, and I guess I'm. . . not."
"Yes," said Molly, fighting to keep her smile. "I suppose that's so."
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