My dear Maudie,
What wonderful things you are doing now. They have come to such a pass that how can anyone quite believe them? People smile incredulous at Mr Frohman's statements and I pinch myself to make sure I am not asleep. I believe you have become Peter in such a magical way that my only fear is your flying clear away out of the theatre some night. Any day you may discover how to do it without wires, and really I think that is about all there is left for you to discover. You are the little house in which Peter lived in the tree-tops, and it is such an exact fit that, when he is inside, you are just one between you.
"Home!" cries Peter to his broomstick, and flies straight into Maudie Adams.
I can see him peeping out of the corner of your eyes and listening with your ears and making observation between your lips. Neither of you can fall asleep if the other maliciously stays awake.
How grateful I am to you and how proud of you. If you don't know by this time you will never know.
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