"Mumps one pound, that is what I have put down, but I daresay it will be more like thirty shillings -- don't speak -- measles one five, German measles half a guinea, makes two fifteen six -- don't
waggle your finger -- whooping-cough, say fifteen shillings" -- and so on it went, and it added up differently each time; but at last Wendy just got through, with mumps reduced to twelve six, and the two kinds of measles treated as one.
It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to
rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day.
a small vehicle with four wheels in which a baby or child is pushed around
She had always thought children important, however, and the Darlings had become acquainted with her in Kensington Gardens, where she spent most of her spare time peeping into
perambulators, and was much hated by careless nursemaids, whom she followed to their homes and complained of to their mistresses.
the category of nouns serving as the indirect object of a verb
It would be an easy map if that were all, but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needle-work, murders, hangings, verbs that take the
dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on, and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through, and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still.
a sleeveless dress resembling an apron; worn over other clothing
She resented visits to the nursery from Mrs. Darling's friends, but if they did come she first whipped off Michael's
pinafore and put him into the one with blue braiding, and smoothed out Wendy and made a dash at John's hair.
the part of the sea that can be seen from the shore and is beyond the anchoring area
There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island, for the Neverland is always more or less an island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the
offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose.