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Title: The Little White Bird
or Adventures In Kensington Gardens

Author: J. M. Barrie

Posting Date: September 15, 2008 [EBook #1376]
Release Date: July, 1998

Language: English

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THE LITTLE WHITE BIRD

OR ADVENTURES IN KENSINGTON GARDENS

By J.M. Barrie

CONTENTS

I. David and I Set Forth Upon a Journey
II. The Little Nursery Governess
III. Her Marriage, Her Clothes, Her Appetite, and an
Inventory of Her Furniture.
IV. A Night-Piece
V. The Fight For Timothy
VI. A Shock
VII. The Last of Timothy
VIII. The Inconsiderate Waiter
IX. A Confirmed Spinster
X. Sporting Reflections
XI. The Runaway Perambulator
XII. The Pleasantest Club in London
XIII. The Grand Tour of the Gardens
XIV. Peter Pan
XV. The Thrush's Nest
XVI. Lock-Out Time
XVII. The Little House
XVIII. Peter's Goat
XIX. An Interloper
XX. David and Porthos Compared
XXI. William Paterson
XXII. Joey
XXIII. Pilkington's
XXIV. Barbara
XXV. The Cricket Match
XXVI. The Dedication

THE LITTLE WHITE BIRD

I. David and I Set Forth Upon a Journey

Sometimes the little boy who calls me father brings me an invitation
from his mother: "I shall be so pleased if you will come and see me,"
and I always reply in some such words as these: "Dear madam, I decline."
And if David asks why I decline, I explain that it is because I have no
desire to meet the woman.

"Come this time, father," he urged lately, "for it is her birthday, and
she is twenty-six," which is so great an age to David, that I think he
fears she cannot last much longer.

"Twenty-six, is she, David?" I replied. "Tell her I said she looks
more."

I had my delicious dream that night. I dreamt that I too was twenty-six,
which was a long time ago, and that I took train to a place called
my home, whose w