Peter Pan

All children, exceptone, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knewwas this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, andshe plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she musthave looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart andcried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was allthat passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that shemust grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of theend.
Of course they lived at 14 [theirhouse number on their street], and until Wendy came her mother was the chiefone. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mockingmouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, thatcome from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always onemore; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could neverget, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.