CHAPTER XVIII. PETER'S GOAT
Maimie felt quite shy, but Peter knew not what shy was.
“ I hope you have had a good night,” he said earnestly.
“ Thank you,” she replied, “I was so cosy and warm. But you”—and she looked at his nakedness awkwardly—“don't you feel the least bit cold?”
Now cold was another word Peter had forgotten, so he answered, “I think not, but I may be wrong: you see I am rather ignorant. I am not exactly a boy, Solomon says I am a Betwixt-and-Between.”
“ So that is what it is called,” said Maimie thoughtfully.
“ That's not my name,” he explained, “my name is Peter Pan.”
“ Yes, of course,” she said, “I know, everybody knows.”
You can't think how pleased Peter was to learn that all the people outside the gates knew about him. He begged Maimie to tell him w
