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They usually trick everyone, no matter how clever they may be" "Well, they didn't trick us, said Peter. They wanted to sit in the chair when they knew it was a Wishing-Chair," said Mollie. He showed the children a little blue box.

Then the chair will be quite all right. Chinky knelt down by the chairand then he gave a cry of horror. There's only a stump left of each. Sure enough the other three wings had been cut right off. But how? And when? Who could have done it? The children had been with the chair the whole time.

Didn't 62 The Wishing-Chair Again I warn you about the ways of the Slipperies? Didn't I say you couldn't trust them?

Didn't I. Whatever did you stand on it, for? But we couldn't. I saw them! Whilst we were standing up there trying to see the dogs, one of the Slipperies must have quietly snipped off the three wings and put them in his pocket. Poor old chairone wing not grown and the other three snipped away. It's a shame. If I leave you here alone with it. We didn't know quite how clever the Slipperies were. Oooh horrid creatures, with their odd eyes and deceitful smiles. Soon he came to his Great-Aunt's cottage.

It was very snug and small. To Mollie's enormous delight, five or six little brown dogs, rather like spaniels, were flying about the garden on small white wings. They barked loudly and flew to the three of them. One flew up to Mollie and rested its front paws on her shoulder. She laughed, and the dog licked her face. Then off it flew again, and chased after a sparrow, barking madly. Great-Aunt Quick-Fingers came to the door, lookingsurprised. I've got some treacle tarts in the oven, they'll be just ready.

I'll go and make some more Growing Ointment for you. It won't take long. She handed it to Chinky. Use that and see what happens. But remember, you. The spell doesn't. It's no good trying to use the ointment another time on the chair, to make it grow wings, because it won't be any use. It was curious stuff, bright yellow with green streaks in it. He rubbed some on to a chair leg and immediately a most wonderful wing sprouted out, big and strong!

I say, chair, you will look grand.

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Make another wing come, Chinky. It waved them about proudly. So in they all got, Chinky on the back, as usualand off they went! I do hope they'll always grow like this in future big and strong, and all green and yellow! I only hope the chair will grow its wings much oftener now. The chair stood still in its place, looking quite ordinary. The children patted it. Grow your wings again soon. You haven't taken us to the Land of Goodness Knows Where yet, you know!

Friday came, Saturday, Sunday, Monday. The children grew tired of asking Chinky if the chair was growing its wings yet. On Tuesday a spell of rainy weather began. It really was too wet to play any games out of doors at all. The children went down to their playroom day after day to play with Chinky, and that was fun. But on Friday Chinky said he really must go and see how his dear old mother was. We shall have to do without you," said Mollie. She will be very pleased to see you, and then we can all three of us go adventuring somewhere.

Will you be back tonight? I'm not taking my wand with me, by the way, so keep an eye on it, will you? He was very proud of it, and kept it in the cupboard with the toys and games. The children felt decidedly dull when he had gone.

I'm bored with ludo to-day," said Mollie. You can tell me when you've finished being bored with everything and we'll think up an exciting game. What a pity it had rained and rained so long. Even if the Wishing-Chair grew its wings, it wouldn't be much fun going out in the rain. They would have to take an umbrella with them. Mollie opened her eyes and looked out of the window. Why, the sun was shiningand yet it was still raining. There ought to be a rainbow, then!

She looked out of the playroom door to see and, sure enough, there was a rainbow arching over the sky, a very brilliant one indeed.

Ohwouldn't it be lovely to fly off to a rainbow in the Wishing-Chair! If it looks as beautiful as this far away, whatever would it look like very near to us?

Oh, I do wish the Wishing-Chair would grow its wings this very afternoonthen we could really go to the rainbow. He was deep in his book. Mollie felt cross. Peter really might answer her when she spoke! She wandered round the room and opened a little cupboard where Chinky kept some of his things. Mollie took down the jar and opened the lid. There was plenty of ointment leftyellow with streaks of green in it.

She wondered if perhaps it would make the chair's wings grow again, although Chinky's Great-Aunt had said it only acted once on anything. If the wings grow, I'll fly off in the Wishing-. Chair without him, and go to Chinky's alone.

That will serve him right for not answering when I speak to him! Nothing happened at all. She couldn't feel even a tiny bud of a wing beginning to grow. She tried the ointment on another chair leg. That was no good either. Oh, wellthe growing ointment certainly didn't act twice. Great-Aunt Quick-Fingers was right. Then a wonderful thought came to Mollie. Why shouldn't she try a little of the magic ointment on something else? She looked round.

Her dolls, for instance! Oh, if only she could make wings grow on Rosebud, her prettiest doll. That would be really wonderful. Feeling very excited, Mollie took her doll Rosebud from her cot. She rubbed a little of the green and yellow ointment on to her backand, hey presto, wing-buds began to formand little green and yellow wings sprouted out on the doll's back. And she suddenly left Mollie's knee and flewyes, flew round the playroom.

She flew near Peter and he felt the wind of her little wings. He looked upand his eyes almost dropped out of his head as he saw Rosebud flying gaily round the room! And Rosebud grew wings! He had a wonderful clockwork engine, a perfect model that he was very proud of.

So they got the engine and Peter smeared a little of the ointment on to it. It sprouted out small wings at once! It flew from Peter's hand and joined the doll. The children laughed till their sides ached to see the two toys behaving like this. They really did look extraordinary. And then Mollie and Peter went quite mad with the ointment.

They smeared it on to a top and that flew round the room, spinning as it went! They smeared the skittles and they all shot round and round, some of them bumping into one another in the air. They made some of the little toy soldiers fly, and they even gave the bricks in their brick box wings to. All these things flapped their way round the room, and Mollie and Peter screamed with laughter as they tried to dodge the flying toys.

Mollie went to the toy cupboard to see if any toy was there that could be made to fly as well. She picked up Chinky's new wand and put it on one sidebut, dear me, her fingers were smeared with the Growing Ointment and the wand at once grew tiny, graceful green and yellow wings, too!

It flew out of the cupboard and joined the flying toys. I just touched it by accident with the ointment smeared on my fingers, and it grew wings. Then a dreadful thing happened. Rosebud the doll, the railway engine, the skittles, the bricks, the top, the teapot, the wand ; in fact everything that had grown wings shot straight out of the open door, flew down to the bottom of the garden and vanished! But he could see nothing. No Rosebud was there, no engine, nothing.

They had all vanished into the blue. It was a very silly idea. Now I've lost Rosebud. Chinky's new. It had grown wings and now it had flown out of the door and vanished, too.


This was dreadful. Do you suppose they've gone to Great-Aunt Quick-Fingers? Chinky came back at half-past six, looking very merry and bright, and bringing a big chocolate cake from his mother. He stopped when he saw their doleful faces. He leapt to his feet when they spoke about his wand. You don't mean to tell me you were silly enough to meddle with my wandsurely you didn't make my wand grow wings, too! I'm so sorry, Chinky. All I can say isthe next time the Wishing-Chair grows its wings, we'll have to tell it to go wherever the toys have gonebut goodness knows where it will take us to!

The children were sad, and felt ashamed that they had gone quite so mad with the Growing Ointment. They felt very guilty indeed about Chinky's wand. He had been so proud of it. I might go off by myself in it. Dear Chinky, please be nice and forgive us for losing your wand. The chair didn't grow any wings in the night. Molly sighed. Now to-day we've got to behave nicely.

Perhaps we shan't be able to go down to the playroom at all" At eleven o'clock, when the visitors had arrived and Mother was giving them coffee and the children were handing round plates of biscuits and buns, Chinky appeared at the window. He was horrified when he saw so many people there and disappeared at once. The children hadn't caught sight of him.

But old Mrs. James had seen him and was most astonished. My two are here, as you see. James, nodding her head till all the feathers on her hat waved about. They knew who the peculiar child wasit was Chinky. And he could only have come for one reasonthe Wishing-Chair had grown its wings! They looked at one another in despair. Now what were they to do? There was only one thing. They must do something to make Mother send them out of the room. So Mollie suddenly spilt the plate of biscuits all over the floor, and Peter spilt a cup of coffee.

Mother looked vexed. And I think you and Peter had better go now. I don't want anything else spilt. But somehow he had got to get down to the playroom to see what Chinky wanted. Mollie felt the same. They shot out of the room. Mollie called to Jane to take a cloth to wipe up the coffee, and then both children raced down to the playroom.

They bumped into one another, and Peter caught hold of one of the chair's legs.

Then the chair. The chair had only grown its wings a few minutes before I peeped in at the window. It will be able to fly faster now. I've no idea where we shall land. I only hope it's somewhere nice. It would be awful to go to the Village of Slipperies, or to the Land of Rubbish, or somewhere like that. After all, most of the things were toys. I think it's very likely they may have gone there. They looked as small as ants.

The chair suddenly began to fly down and down at a great rate, and it was plain that it was going to land. This isn't Toyland! I do believe it's the school run by Mister Grim, for Bad Brownies. Surely the toys haven't gone there! Chinky and the children got off. They pushed the chair under a bush to hide it. Then they looked cautiously round. From the big building in the distance came a chanting noise. The children and Chinky listened.

That must be the poor Bad Brownies learning verses for Mister Grim. I've half a mind to get in the Wishing-Chair and go off again.

I've always been told that Mister Grim is a very hard master. We don't want to be caught by him. If you think it's all right, we'll stay and see if we can possibly find where our toys are.

Then came the sound of feet running and in a trice about fifty small brownies surrounded them. They all looked merry, mischievous little fellows, too young to have grown their brownie beards yet. Are you new pupils for this awful school? What's yours? Chinky pushed them back. No, we haven't come to your school. We came because we're looking for things we've lost, and we think they may be somehwere here. My name's Chinky. These are real children, Peter and Mollie.

I saydo be careful he doesn't catch you. It had wings, too. Have we seen anything like that, boys? Yesterday evening we saw They must have been your toys. He was very excited, and called out some words we couldn't hear. He caught sight of them and made them come to him! I suppose he will sell them to his friend the Magician Sly-Boots. Will you show us where you think Mister Grim might have hidden our toys?

Hoho led them inside. He pointed to a winding stair. On the left side is a door. That's the storeroom, where I expect Mister Grim has put the toys. If we find our things we'll take them and rush down and out into the garden, and be off in the Wishing-Chair before Mister Grim even knows we're here!

The brownies crowded round the door at the bottom of the stairs, holding their breath and watching. Up and up and upand there was the landing at last! Now for the door on the left. They saw the door. They tiptoed to it and Peter turned the handle.

Would it be locked? No, it wasn't! They peeped inside. Yes, it was the storeroom, and stacks of books, pencils, rulers, ink-bottles, old desks, and all kinds of things were there. Let's look in all the drawers and all the cupboards. But they could find nothing more exciting than books and pens and rubbers. And then Chinky gave a soft cry.

He had opened a big chestand there, lying quietly in the top of it, their wings vanished, lay all the toys they had lost yes, Rosebud was there, and Peter's engine, and the top and the soldiers everything. But waitno, not quite everything. Look quickly, you two. They looked in despair at one another. They simply ms find Chinky's wand. It's got a lot of magic in it, you know. I wouldn't want Mister Grim to use that. Footstepsfootsteps coming slowly and heavily up the stairs.

Not light, quick, brownie steps, but slow, ponderous ones. Would the footsteps come to the storeroom? In panic the children and Chinky squeezed themselves into a cupboard, not having time to put away the toys they had pulled out of the chest. The door opened and somebody walked in! The children hardly dared to breathe and Chinky almost choked. Then a voice spoke. Come out! They were much too scared to do a thing. And then poor Chinky choked!

He had some dust in his throat and he simply couldn't hold his coughing in any longer. He gave a choke and then coughed loudly. Footsteps marched to the cupboard and the door was flung wide open. There stood Mister Grimexactly like his name! He was a big, burly brownie, with a tremendous beard f ailing to the floor.

He had pointed ears and shaggy eyebrows that almost hid his eyes. Mister Grim took them each firmly by the back of the neck and sat them down on the window-seat.

We let them grow wings yesterday by using Growing Ointment on them and they flew away. We came to fetch them. Mister Grim frowned a fierce frown. Mollie had just been going to say that they had come in their Wishing-Chair, but she shut her mouth again tightly. Of course she mustn't give that away! Why, Mister Grim would search the grounds and find it! Mister Grim leaned forward. You must have friends here among the browniesand they helped you to climb the wall, and told you to take the toys!

Don't try to say you didn't do that. Mister Grim got up and put the toys back in the chest. But you are a very bad pixie, I can see, and I shall keep you here. And I shall keep these two as well. I'm not sure what they arebut even if they are real, proper children, which I very much doubt, they deserve to be punished by being my pupils here for a term. You can't do that. He will give you books and pencils.

They were frightened! This was serious. Unless they could manage somehow to get to their WishingChair, they would simply have to stay at Mister Grim's school! They found Winks and told him quickly what had happened.

He was very sorry. Well, it's lucky for you that old Grim hasn't got a stick to whip you with just now. Come onI'll get you your books and things. Sit by me in class and I'll try and help you all I can. He took them into a big room and gave them books and pencils. Almost at once a bell rang loudly and all the brownies trooped in quickly. Not one of them spoke a word.

They took their places quietly and waited. In came Mister Grim and stood at his big desk. They sat.

If I find out who helped them into. Mollie didn't even dare to cry. She comforted herself by thinking of the Wishing-Chair hidden under the bush in the garden. They would run to it as soon as ever they could!


Peter went red. What a silly question! You couldn't take eighty-two and sixty-four from one hundred and three. Everyone clapped as if he were right.

Then he pointed to Mollie. Everyone clapped again. If I take fifty-two hairs from my beard, how many will there be left? Chinky stared desperately at the long beard that swept down to the floor.

Mister Grim suddenly pounded on the desk with his hand. Come here! I'll give you the stick. Aha, you think because all my canes were broken that I haven't got onebut I have!

You just wait. I was trying to be good, sir, and helpful, I really was. You're always telling us to be that, sir. He unlocked it and took out a long, thin stick. He tried it on the deskcrack, crack f " Come up here, Winks," he said, and poor Winks went up. He got two strokes on his hands. Mollie was very upset, but Hoho whispered, " Don't worryWinks always puts a little spell in his hands and he doesn't mind a bit if he's whacked.

He doesn't feel it! Winks winked at her as he went back to his seat. Mister Grim went to take a book from a shelf and as he turned his back Chinky clutched Peter by the elbow. It's my WAND! He's using it for a stick. Oh my, if only I could get hold of it! Yesthe stick on the desk was Chinky's little wand. Oh, if only it had wings now and could fly to Chinky! But it hadn't.

Chinky never took his eyes off it as the class went on and on. But how can I? Oh, for a really good idea! Mister Grim rapped on his desk with his stick Chinky's wand! Anyone who is late or who has dirty hands or untidy hair will go without. I wish I could get out of here ; it's a horrid place, and I really would be good if I could escape. I'd like to help him, Chinky. Mister Grim stood at the door of the dining-hall as each brownie walked in. Every so often he pounced on one and roared at him.

Chinky is Naughty " Here, you, you haven't washed behind your ears! No dinner! Here, you, why aren't your nails scrubbed?

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But fortunately it didn't. Chinky went out of the room, looking angry and sulky. Horrid Mister Grim! He joined all the brownies who were also to go without their dinner. Peter and Mollie were very sorry for Chinky. When the pudding came they tried to stuff two tarts into their pockets to take to him.

But the pastry fell to pieces and their pockets were all jammy and horrid. Mister Grim saw the crumbs of pastry around their pockets as they marched past him after dinner.

He tapped them with the wand. Trying to stuff food into your pockets. Greedy children! No dinner for you to-morrow! The children expect him to return but he doesn't so as they have a wonderful way of getting to any place on earth or in Fairyland , they get into the Wishing Chair and whiz off to find him.

It turns out that their little friend has been captured by a great big bird belonging to an enchanter so the plot takes off into the stratosphere with four chapters devoted to a thrilling account of a dangerous quest. Moving on it can be pointed out that in this book the familiar name of "Big Ears" does not refer to Noddy's friend but to a furtive goblin whom they come up against although he is very small fry indeed when compared with the Snoogle — and what can a Snoogle be?

This is another of the creative names that Enid Blyton thought up every now and again and I can tell you that a Snoogle is a very frightening and rather spooky entity and poses a severe threat to the children's and Chinky's safety!

There is a chapter that invites comment and it's entitled "The Land of Dreams. Little people often experience nightmares in an unreal environment which seems very existent when a dream is taking place so Mollie, Peter and Chinky's foray into the confusing atmosphere of the Land of Dreams can be identified with in many respects. From the very first moments when the Wishing-Chair lands in this ethereal place the visitors experience confusion.

Nothing is what it seems to be and their situation goes from bad to worse until there appears to be no hope at all of escaping their unpleasant surroundings or even seeing each other again and you'll wonder how in God's name they are going to get back to the safety of Reality.

Another chapter can be noted because it was personally remembered as one which had a very satisfactory outcome because a nagging-mystery was solved. Soaring away over Fairyland the chair is hit by an aeroplane and when one thinks about it that's a completely understandable hazard to be borne by those who file no flight-plan and have no experience at all of charting routes let alone not even being in possession of a licence for what could be seen as a dangerous occupation.

Imagine being up there with no safety belts and suddenly slipping just a little and falling headlong from the great heights to which the chair can ascend.

As it happens this is exactly what takes place and the unlucky faller is none other than Chinky! Looking at the McGavin picture of that terrible moment I can compare the fairy-tale surroundings of open fields and little dwellings with any of the green and pleasant pastures that lie outside the English villages of old and it's down into this rural setting that poor Chinky drops.

Mollie and Peter order the chair to descend of course to see if they can find him and they become involved in a very difficult assignment. None of the villagers have noticed the falling pixie but as the children make it known there will be a reward for information I wonder what they were able to offer the inhabitants of the village all present their observations aligned with the moment of Chinky's disappearance. One by one they report sighting a large snowflake which fell into nearby Buttercup Field but as this is not the required information Peter and Mollie cannot pay out the reward to anyone but the jostling people around them think they have supplied enough information and they become very aggressive.

The children jump onto the Wishing-Chair and make a narrow escape. I think that the mystery of Chinky's disappearance can be supplied in this review and if it might spoil a little of the plot for a potential reader then the rest of this paragraph can be skipped.

The children return home in a very sad state and are amazed to find that Chinky's back in the play-room! The solution to the mystery is revealed That adequately covers the villagers' ravings on about seeing a snowflake falling into Buttercup Field and therefore they may or may not have been entitled to the reward depending on whether or not the sighting of a snowflake could have led them to the little pixie.

We have also been introduced to the fact that Chinky is a practitioner of magic although his powers are not comparable to those possessed by Wizards, Witches and Enchanters because he can't enter a locked room without a key!

I think that Adventures of the Wishing-Chair is an exceptionally good item to produce when a child wishes to read his or her very first book however if the young person is of a very nervous disposition and prone to nightmares then it might be wise to think about chapters such as those where the children enter a witch's garden at the dead of night or when they are captured in a castle belonging to an outlandish creature. She thought she had better go and ask Peter.

She went to his room. He was sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes. Did we dream it or didn't we? And how did we get back here? I'm still in my day-clotheslook! Oh, deardo you suppose Chinky is back yet? They cleaned their teeth, did their hair, 25 washed and tidied their crumpled clothesthen down they went. Afterwards they made their beds, asked their mother if she wanted them to do anything and then ran down to the playroom at the bottom of the garden.

Chinky was there! He was lying on the sofa fast asleep, his mouth wide open. Mollie shook him. That woke him up with a jerk. He gave a shout of alarm, opened his eyes and sat up. You rolled off yourself," said Mollie with a laugh.

We were very upset at leaving you behind. Mollie shook him impatiently. We really are very worried about the Wishing-Chair. He was so sound asleep that he didn't even stir when Mollie tickled him under the arms. Usually that made him scream and squirm. The two children were disappointed.

They stayed in the playroom till dinner-time, but Chinky didn't wake up. They went indoors to have their dinner and then came down to see if Chinky was awake yet. He wasn't! Just then there came a soft tapping at the door and a little voice said : " Chinky! Are you there? Outside stood a small elf, looking rather alarmed. He held a leaflet in his hand. I wanted Chinky. Tell him I saw this notice of his," said the little elf, and showed it to the children.

It was a little card, printed in Chinky's writing. Genuine Wishing-Chair. I shall be in the playroom. Now, I know he only had fiveso where did the sixth come from? Look, here's a picture of them. Peter gave a cry. Are they all wishingchairs, then?

Your chair is very unusual. I expect what happened is that the thief who flew off on your chair wondered how to hide it. He remembered somebody who had five chairs just like it and offered it to him to make the set complete.

Oh, dear, I do wish Chinky would wake up. You will? Right, then off we go! Leave your message on the table for Chinky to see, then he'll guess where we've gone!

THE elf took them a very surprising way. He guided them to the bottom of the garden and through a gap in the hedge. Then he took them to the end of the field and showed them a dark ring of grass. Sit down on the dark grass, please. They had to squeeze very close together indeed, because the ring of grass was not large. The elf felt about in it as if he was looking for something. He found itand pressed hard! And down shot the ring of grass as if it were a lift!

The children, taken by surprise, gasped and held on to one another. They stopped with such a bump that they were shaken off the circle of grass and rolled away from it, over and over. Are you hurt! As she spoke she saw the circle of grass shoot up again and fit itself neatly back into the field. It was quite light underground, though 29 neither of the children could see where the lighting came from.

They passed little, brightly-painted doors on their way, and Peter longed to rat-tat at the knockers and see who answered. They came to some steps and went up them, round and round in a spiral stairway.

Wherever were they coming to? At the top was a door. The elf opened itand there they were, in a small round room, very cosy indeed. It's inside the trunk of a tree! I've been in a tree-house before! I'd ask you to stop and have a cup of tea with me, but I think we'd better get on and see those chairs before anything happens to them.

So do I," said Peter. The elf went to it at once, of course, and opened it. They all stepped out into a wood. The elf shut the door. The children looked back at it. Nothey couldn't possibly, possibly Hunting for the Chair!

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They came to a lane and then to a very neat village, all the houses set in tiny rows, with a little square green in the middle, and four white ducks looking very clean on a round pond in the centre of the green. Well, this is Pin always very neat and tidy and the people of the village, the Pins, never have a button missing or a hair blowing loose.

I don't want to be a Pin of Pin Village though.

Do they ever run, or make a noise, or laugh? Don't laugh at them," said the elf. It isn't kept by a Pin ; it's kept by Mr. He sells furniture. The Pins walking primly nearby looked at him in disgust. She nudged Peter. How are we to tell which is ours? A brownie girl was busy polishing away at the chairs, making them shine and gleam. She must have heard what they said and looked up.

She smiled. She was a nice little thing, with pointed ears like Chinky, and very green eyes. Polish, was very pleased," said Polly. So we bought it from him, and there it is. I expect now we shall be able to sell the whole set.

Someone is sure to come along and buy it. They all looked exactly alike to them! Oh, dearhow could they possibly tell which was their chair? Then Polly said something very helpful, though she didn't know it! I've polished and polished the back of it, but it seems to have a little hole there, or something.

Anyway, I can't make that little bit come bright and shining. Polly showed them the one. It certainly seemed as if it had a hole in the back of it.

Peter put his finger therebut the hole wasn't a hole! He could feel quite solid wood there! And then he knew it was their own chair. He whispered to Mollie. If only it would grow its wings we could sit on it straight away and wish ourselves home again! But there weren't. Before they went Peter looked hard at the chairs. She had no hair-ribbon, so she took her little blue handkerchief and knotted it round the right arm of the chair. It's to remind us of something. We'll come back again after tea.

He asked them to see if they could find his door-handle and turn it to get into his treehousebut, however much they looked and felt about, neither of them could make out where the closely-fitting door was! It's no wonder nobody ever knows which the tree-houses are!

The elf had to open the door for them himself, and in they went. He got them a lovely tea, with pink jellies that shone like a sunset, and blancmange that he had made in the shape of a little castle. It was a really lovely tea. They were all gone from the window! The children stared in dismay. They went into the shop. Spells," said Polly, looking in a book. He seemed very nice indeed.

Spells and be able to get our chair back for us. Chinky's very clever. Spells, that wretched goblin Tricky will be after it again," said Peter. They went into the playroom. Chinky wasn't there!

There was a note on the table. It said: " Fancy you going off without me! I've gone to look for youChinky. Here we've come back to look for him and he's gone to look for us.

Now we'll have to wait till to-morrow! Spells of Wizard Cottage MOLLIE and Peter certainly could do no more that day, because their mother was already wondering where they were and why they hadn't been in to tea. They heard her calling them as they read Chinky's note saying he had gone to look for them. Spells to keep guard on the chair. Come on, Molliewe'll have to go in. We've hardly seen Mother all day! Now they ran indoors, and offered to help their mother shell peas.

They sat and wondered where Chinky was. They felt very sleepy, and Mollie suddenly gave an enormous yawn. So upstairs they went and fell asleep immediately after the raspberries and cream. Mother was really very surprised when she peeped in to see them. But no Chinky was thereand no note either. He hadn't been back, then. Wherever could he be?

I think we'd better go and ask that elf if he's seen him, Peter. Whythat would be just right! They could go and hunt out the elfand find Chinkyand perhaps go to Mr.

Spells with him. So they eagerly took the packets of sandwiches, cake and chocolate that Mother made up for them, and Peter put them into a little satchel to carry. Off they went. They peeped into their playroom just to make sure that Chinky still hadn't come back. No, he hadn't. Now we've got to go and look for you whilst you're still looking f or us!

Come onlet's go to the tree-house and see if the elf is in. She found something that felt rather like a little knob of earth and pressed it. Yesit was the right button! Down they went, not nearly as fast as the day before, because Mollie didn't press the button so hard. Then 38 along the passage, past the queer bright little doors, and up the spiral stairway.

They knocked on the door. Can we come in? He looked very pleased. Come in. It's not much good looking for him, really, you knowhe might be anywhere. Try and find Mr. Spells of Wizard Cottage by ourselves?

I'll tell you the way. You want to take the bus through the Tall Hill, and then take the boat to the Mill. Not far off on the top of a hill you'll see a large cottage in the shape of a castleonly you can't call it a castle because it's not big enough. Spells lives there. It was one like they had caught the other night, but it had a different driver, and was not nearly so crowded.Brownies with long beards leaned against one another, fast asleep.

All I hope is that it hasn't forgotten how to grow wings after being still so long. Spells began to walk round and round, just outside the ring, chanting a curious song. We really are very worried about the Wishing-Chair. The children who have curled themselves up on an old chair to keep clear of the fox feel they just want to get away.

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