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happening!
    Up into the air went the four shoes. Two landed on the old billy-goat's horns and two on the horns of a most astonished cow. Neither of the boys dared go and get them. The cow looked angry and the goat knew how to butt very hard.
    "Fine," said Pink-Whistle, who still couldn't be seen. "So kind of you to let me have your things. But still, why not? You take Paul's things, don't you? So, of course, you are willing to lend me yours."
    "Who's speaking? Who's doing all this?" said John, clutching Alan's arm.
    Behind the tree there sounded a chuckle. It came from Paul, who was really enjoying himself. Now Alan and John knew what it was like to be teased and not be able to stop the teaser!
    Mr. Pink-Whistle hadn't nearly finished. No, when he did a thing he did it really thoroughly!

    THE GOAT LOOKED RATHER PECULIAR WITH THE SHOES ON HIS HORNS.
    He stripped off the boys' stockings next, made the billy-goat stand still, and then slipped them on to each leg. The goat was rather pleased. The stockings were warm, he felt grand in them, and he could always eat them when he was tired of them. He trotted round the field in them, looking rather peculiar because he still had a pair of shoes on his horns.
    Alan and John were very scared by now, and began to run away. But a strong and firm hand took hold of each of them.
    "No, don't go. I would like to borrow your school-bags, please,"
    So off came their school satchels. One sailed away to the top of a tall chestnut tree, and the other fell into the stream and sailed down it merrily, with pens, pencils, and papers leaking out of it. Oh dear, now they couldn't do their homework, and the teacher would be very angry!
    Their ties came off next, flew up towards the telegraph wires and then tied themselves round a wire in neat bows. It was really most extraordinary. Even Paul forgot to laugh for a moment, and felt a bit scared. This little invisible man must know a lot of magic!
    "Don't!" begged Alan, in alarm, holding on to his coat and shorts, afraid that they would go next. "Don't! Who are you, doing this? Don't do any more!"
    Mr. Pink-Whistle hadn't quite finished. He pulled out the boys' handkerchiefs, threw them into the field, and the goat at once ate them both. He didn't really mind what he ate. He had once tried to eat a tin and many times he had eaten newspapers, rope, paper-bags, and cardboard cartons. So he was quite pleased with the handkerchiefs.
    "Well, thank you very much," said Mr. Pink-Whistle politely. "That's all for this morning. I'll meet you here again another day perhaps. That would be very nice."
    "No, oh no!" cried Alan and John, and fled down the lane in their bare feet as fast as they could go. Paul came out from behind the tree, laughing.
    "I don't know quite where you are," he said to Mr. Pink-Whistle, who was still invisible, "but thank you very much for interfering. Oh dear, look at those caps on the chimneys still."
    Pink-Whistle suddenly appeared, looking very pleased with himself. "Yes, they look comic up there, don't they?" he said. "I did enjoy myself. Well, my boy, I have a feeling that those two boys won't tease you much more. I don't believe they liked my bit of interference! I'll be along here again for the next few days, so call out if you want me."
    But Paul didn't call out, because John and Alan never went down that lane again. They were so afraid of meeting the polite and powerful little invisible man that they went another way to school. It took them twice as long, so they had to start much earlier. Paul never had any bother with them again.
    The funny thing is the school ties are still tied in bows round the telegraph wire. Nobody can imagine who put them there—but if you see them you'll know. It was all because Mr. Pink-Whistle interfered!

CHAPTER VIII

    MR. PINK-WHISTLE IS A RATHER 
    FUNNY

    ONCE when Mr. Pink-Whistle was walking down a rather lonely road he met a small boy who was crying bitterly.
    Well, Pink-Whistle could never bear