Now you may think this is very advanced vocabulary for one young enough to be pushed around in a pram, and usually we would agree, at least for a mortal child; however, there was a logical reason for this. James’s parents and caretakers had been rather overprotective since James went missing for those six days, so he was being pushed around in a pram for far longer than customary, and by all accounts James was a very gifted and precocious young fellow. Even though he was perhaps five years old at the time, you wouldn’t know it by speaking with him—you’d swear he was much older. It must have been strange for young James, being treated like a baby but spoken to like an adult, but one couldn’t help but speak with James as such because of his personality and great vocabulary for one so young.

“What nonsense is this, then, Master James? Never Land indeed! What an imagination you have!” Smee said, ringing the bell for an upstairs maid.

“It’s true, Smee. I’ve been there. It’s the most magical place. I never had so much fun as I did there,” James said, and Smee could tell the lad was telling the truth, or thought that he was. As far as Smee knew there was nothing false about James. He always told the truth. Sometimes to a fault.

“And what does falling out of your pram have to do with Never Land, may I ask?” he questioned as he took out a clean set of clothes for James.

“That’s how boys get to Never Land, Smee! They fall out of their prams, and if they’re not collected within seven days, that’s where they stay.”

“And how are they collected?” Smee couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“Their mothers collect them, of course, just like Mama did with me.”

“What would have happened if she had never collected you, or tried to after the seven days?”

“She would have gone on searching for me to no avail, for that is when Never Land claims you forever, on the seventh day.”

“Well, thank goodness her ladyship found you, Master James. I don’t know what we would do if you were lost to us forever.”

“I do! I would be playing with my friends in Never Land,” said James.

Smee smiled at the boy, wondering where he had gotten such ideas. He supposed it didn’t hurt for young James to have such fanciful notions. What could it hurt? he thought, and of course it wasn’t too long before James was simply too old to be pushed around in a pram, and had to give up the notion of finding Never Land by that method.