“Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.”
“Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.”
“For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.”
“The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?”
“And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.”
“Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.”
“Let's play," Peter said.”