The fire was warm, however, and the nursery dimly lit by three night-lights, and presently the sewing lay on Mrs.Darling's lap.

Then her head nodded, oh, so gracefully.

She was asleep.

Look at the four of them, Wendy and Michael over there, John here, and Mrs.Darling by the fire.

There should have been a fourth night-light.
While she slept she had a dream.