Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Level F

Dictation Sentences from Peter Pan
Level F: Lists 48-58

List 48

She took them into Hook's cabin and pointed to his watch.
Now for the first time we hear the voice of Hook. It was a black voice.
He lowered his voice.
"This is no bird," he said in a scared voice.
"Hook," he called, "have you another voice?"
Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if they believed in fairies.
First her voice grew strong, then she popped out of bed, then she was flashing through the room.
Hook had found his voice again.
"Down, boys, and at them!" Peter's voice rang out.
Poisoned? Who could have poisoned it?
"It was poisoned, Peter," she told him softly, "and now I am going to be dead."
Let's keep her a prisoner.
Hook had forgotten his prisoners, but as he swung round on them now his face lit up again.
Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!
They were already the only persons in the street, and the stars were watching them.
I don't know whether you have ever seen a map of a person's mind.
Perhaps it was because of the soft beauty of the evening.
"Perhaps she is going to sing in her sleep," said Peter.
None of them knew. Perhaps it was best not to know.
Perhaps she would say I was old, and I just want always to be a little boy and to have fun.
Perhaps we don't remember the old life as well as we thought we did.
At first she kept the books perfectly, as if it were a game.
"I think it's perfectly sweet of you," she said.
They are perfectly safe, aren't they?
He heard something else instead.
The kiss that had been for no one else, Peter took quite easily.
He had a happy idea. John's hat!
I don't know whether the idea came suddenly to Tink, or whether she had planned it on the way.
Want of practice, they called it, but what it really meant was that they no longer believed.
To be sure, she did not mind noise, but she would not have them grabbing things.

List 49

Peter tired quickly of sleeping, and soon he would cry in his captain voice, "We get off here."
"Most of all," Hook was saying, "I want their captain, Peter Pan."
"Captain, is all well?" they asked.
It need not be said who was the captain.
Above all, you lost the certainty that you would win.
It is certain that in that gray light he must have seen it.
Certainly not! I have got you home again, and I mean to keep you.
He was not able to say for certain what had been happening.
Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys.
"I am old, Peter. I am ever so much more than twenty. I grew up long ago."
"You promised not to."
"I couldn't help it. I am married, Peter."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, and the little girl in the bed is my baby."
"No, she's not." But he supposed she was.
When they had counted five hundred, they went up.
There was another light in the room now, a thousand times brighter than the night lights.
You see, Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
The clothes are made to fit you, while you must be made to fit the tree.

List 50

That shows they have no mother.
"Great news, boys," he cried. "I have brought at last a mother for you all."
What we need is just a nice motherly person.
But I am afraid that Wendy did not really worry about her father and mother.
She was a young mother and did not know this.
"The game's up," he cried, "those boys have found a mother."
If she is a mother, perhaps she is hanging about here to help Peter.
Perhaps Tink wants to be my mother.
"If you knew how great is a mother's love," Wendy told them, "you would have no fear."
Wendy, you are wrong about mothers.
"Long ago," he said, "I thought like you that my mother would always keep the window open for me. So I stayed away for moons and moons and moons, and then flew back, but the window was barred. Mother had forgotten all about me, and there was another little boy sleeping in my bed.
They knew in what they called their hearts that one can get on quite well without a mother, and that it is only the mothers who think you can't.
Now, if Peter had ever quite had a mother, he no longer missed her. He could do quite well without one. He had thought them out, and remembered only their bad points.
"If you find your mothers," he said darkly, "I hope you will like them."
Now you and I must get away by the door, and when Wendy comes she will think her mother has barred her out, and she will have to go back with me.
Until Wendy came her mother was the chief one.
"My child," the mother cried, "why did you not tell me of this before?"
"See, dear brothers," says Wendy pointing upwards, "there is the window still standing open."
"You must be nice to him," Wendy told her brothers. "What could we do if he were to leave us?"
When they were in the wood they had met their dead father and had a game with him.
Why, what is the matter, father dear?
"I know where it is, father," Wendy cried, always glad to help.
"You have been wonderfully quick," her father said.
I thought you took it quite easily, father.
They called Peter the Great White Father.
Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter.
She was the daughter of a chief.
John remembered his parents only as people he had once known.
Would it not serve them right if they came back and found that their parents were spending the weekend in the country?

List 51

"In two minutes," he cried, "the ship will be blown to pieces."
In the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very real.
He said he hoped they would do their duty.
They seemed to be growing up, which is against the rules.
She had rules about everyone being in bed by seven.
The night's work was not yet over, for it was not the redskins he had come out to destroy.

List 52

"There are such a lot of them," he said.
"That is all right, captain," he said, "we let her go."
Peter seemed to think this all right.
"All right," Peter replied with a bitter smile.

List 53

"I often hear it when I am sleeping," Jane said.
She often said to my father, "Oh, how I wish I had a checkbook of my own!" I dont' know what a checkbook is, but I should just love to give my mother one.
He often met it, but he always forgot it.
Sometimes, though not often, he had dreams, and they were more painful than the dreams of other boys.
He came to the window not to see her but to listen to stories.
"Listen to Tink," he said. "She is crying because the Wendy lives."
"LIsten, Tinker Bell," he cried. "I am your friend no more."
"Now, listen!" cried Hook, and all listened.
Hook's words had left no room for doubt.
No doubt, but I have an uneasy feeling at times that she looks upon the children as puppies.
He had climbed in the dead of night to the top and hidden it there.
Instead of troubling to answer him, Peter flew around the room.
"I must," he answered, shaking, "I am so afraid of Peter."
To Wendy's pain the answer that rang out this time was "Yes."
The bed filled nearly half the room, and all the boys slept in it.
When he returned the others would be sweeping up the blood.
First to draw blood was John, who climbed into the boat.
"And now, Peter," Wendy said, thinking she had put everything right, "I am going to give you your medicine before you go." She loved to give them medicine, and undoubtedly gave them too much. Of course it was only water.
In rushed Wendy with the medicine in a glass.

List 54

One arm dropped over the edge of the bed.
He sat on the edge of Mrs. Darling's bed, holding her hand while she looked at him.
They were no longer able to hope that they would walk it manfully.
For a week or two after Wendy came, it was doubtful whether they would be able to keep her, as she was another mouth to feed.
"Let's do what Peter wishes!" cried the simple boys.
As we have seen, he was quite a simple man.
The reason was so simple.
And then one night came the tragedy.
Wendy was crying, for it was the first tragedy she had seen. Peter had seen many tragedies, but he had forgotten them all.

List 55

Now Wendy was every inch a woman, though there were not very many inches.
When they met again Wendy was a married woman.
Something inside of her was crying "Woman, woman, let go of me."
I am a married woman, Peter.
She was only a woman now, and she ran out of the room trying to think.
You know what women are.
She thought she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have no children.
Food is what most children like better than anything else, the next best thing being to talk about it.
The children often spent long summer days on the water, swimming or playing games.
It must also have been pretty to see the children resting on a rock.
Children, I hear your father's step. He likes you to meet him at the door.
Then, as so often before, the children dragged him from his tree.
She knew the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by, so they stayed away for years.
I don't know whether any of the children were crying.
There were no children there, and it was night time.
He had taught the children something of the forest.
Do go back and keep an eye on the children.
"I ought to have been especially careful on a Friday," she used to say.
How they grew to love their home under the ground, especially Wendy.
Always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night, and then they did it.
It liked my arm so much that it has followed me ever since, from sea to sea and from land to land, licking its lips for the rest of me.
Something must have happened since then, for it is not they who have flown in, it is Peter and Tinker Bell.
He tried to argue with Tink.

List 56

They were several hours late for bed.
Several of them were in the air at a time.
She had already written it on several.
This was such a pleasant change that they tried it several times and found that they could sleep thus.
Hook smiled on them with his teeth closed, and took a step toward Wendy.
But he supposed she was, and he took a step towards the sleeping child.
"Oh, the stories I could tell to the boys!" she cried, and then Peter gripped her and began to draw her toward the window.
"Let me go!" she ordered him.
"Wendy, do come with me and tell the other boys.
Of course she was very pleased to be asked, but she said, "Oh dear, I can't. Think of mother! Besides, I can't fly."
"I'll teach you."
Their first thought was that if Peter was not going he had probably changed his mind about letting them go.
Winking is the star language.
"Oh, you could never guess!" she cried.
As those who read between the lines must already have guessed, he had been at school.
They were Mrs. Darling's guesses.
"That is not the dog's unhappy bark," she said, little guessing what was about to happen.
And of course they must see her light, and if they guess we are near it they are sure to let fly.
Suddenly he tried the guessing game.
"Nothing," she said, "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind to guard her children."
Hook said that the wind of his name guarded the ship for a mile around.
That is how a house is built.
"Yes, there is," cried Peter. "Let us build a little house round her."
"Wendy," he said, "for you we built this house."
See that these boys help in the building of the house.
He asked if there were many on the island just now, and Peter said he had never known so many.
They were going round and round the island, but they did not meet because all were going the same rate.
This shows how real the island was.
"Do you think you could swim or fly as far as the island, Wendy, without my help?"
Peter suddenly signed silence.
He had found the thing for which he had gone in search, the key that would free the children.
She would sign to the children to be especially nice to father.

List 57

“Tie her up!” he shouted.
All had gone well with him until he came to his tie.
Unless this tie is round my neck we don’t go out to dinner tonight, and if I don’t go out to dinner tonight, I never go to the office again, and if I don’t go to the office again, you and I starve.
Then Hook would probably not have been present at the tying of the children.
“Please, sir,” said Peter, going to him, “are you a doctor?”
The other boys thought this awfully interesting.
He suddenly had no more interest in it, which, as you have been told, was what always happened with his games.
“Who is Captain Hook?” he asked with interest when she spoke of the enemy.
She sat up in bed, and was interested at once.
You would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her.
Wendy was quite surprised, but interested.
They could hear each other now, which showed them that the more terrible sound had passed.
"Second to the right," said Peter, "and then straight on till morning."
John said that if the worst came to the worst, all they had to do was to go straight on, for the world was round, and so in time they must come back to their own window.
After many moons they did reach it, and, what is more, they had been going pretty straight all the time.
One thing I should like to do is to tell her, in the way authors have, that the children are coming back.
The children waited for her cry of joy, but it did not come. She saw them, but she did not believe they were there.
She had always thought children important, however.
There were stories about him, as that when children died he went part of the way with them, so that they should not be afraid.
On the night we speak of all the children were once more in bed.

List 58

She had believed in him at the time, but now that she was married and full of sense she quite doubted whether there was any such person.
She was lying at their feet, but he had the sense not to see her.
He had no sense of time.
And you could darn our clothes, and make pockets for us. None of us has any pockets.
“If only one of us had a pocket,” Peter said, “we could carry her in it.” However, they had set off in such a hurry that there was not a pocket between the four of them.
They could see three little figures in night clothes circling round and round, not on the floor but in the air. Not three figures, four!
As you look at Wendy, you may see her hair becoming white, and her figure little again, for all this happened long ago.
Instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces.
The question is, can we try it for a year on nine nine seven?
Her mother had been questioning her.
It was not really a happy question to ask him.
The difficulty is which one to choose.
They sat round the table, writing and thinking hard about the question she had written on another slate and passed round.
Answer all three questions if possible.
They were just everyday questions like these, and when you could not answer them you were told to make a cross.
Of course the only boy who replied to every question was Slightly, and no one could have been more hopeful of coming out first.
The question now was how to get down the trees, or how to get his dogs down.
But in what direction, for he could not be sure that the children had been taken to the ship?