(no subject)

There are many things that could be noted and should be noted given the situation and circumstances. The most simple of which was that Wendy Darling was a fifteen year old girl, which has a certain level of heftiness and merrit to it all by itself. The other was that while in many ways she was an ordinary fifteen year old, there was a certain amount of old-headed and old-fashionedness about her which once it had become stuck would not become unstuck.

She referred to it as being polite. We will refer to it as being English.

All of that in mind, Wendy was hastily trying to look like she was doing something while really doing nothing at all. It was a habit of hers, while she moved back and forth on the swing, alternating lifting her feet up and digging them in the dirt. Looking busy was much easier than being busy. At least that was what she was going to tell herself.

"Oh bother," she muttered, kicking another stone. Whose bother and what bother it was, was left to be decided by others.