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Mother, surprised. “There are no children in the garden today. My two are here, as you see.”

    “But I'm sure I saw a child peeping in at the window,” said Mrs. James, nodding her head till all the feathers on her hat waved about. “Most peculiar ears this child had, too— kind of pointed.”
    Then the two children pricked their own ears up at once! They knew who the peculiar child was—it was Chinky. And he could only have come for one reason—the 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. “Oh, dear—how clumsy of you!” she said. “Go and ask Jane if she will please bring a cloth, Mollie. And I think you and Peter had better go now. I don't want anything else spilt.”
    “Sorry, Mother,” said Peter, and he really was sorry. 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.
    “I hope Chinky hasn't gone off in the chair by himself,” panted Peter. “If he saw us with all those visitors he might think we couldn't possibly come—and then he'd fly off alone.”
    The got to the playroom door just as Chinky was flying out in the Wishing-Chair. They bumped into one another, and Peter caught hold of one of the chair's legs.
    “Just in time!” he cried. “Help us up, Chinky!”
    Chinky pulled them up with him. Then the chair flapped its green and yellow wings and flew strongly up into the air.
    “I was afraid you wouldn't be able to come,” said Chinky. “I was just setting off by myself. The chair had only grown its wings a few minutes before I peeped in at the window.”
    “What fine, big, strong wings it's got now,” said Peter. “They make quite a draught round my legs. It will be able to fly faster now.”
    “Where are we going?” asked Mollie.
    “I don't know,” said Chinky. “I just said to the Chair, 'Go and find my wand, and Rosebud, and the rest of the toys,' and it seemed to know the place I meant, because it rose up at once. 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.”
    “Oh dear—I hope it's somewhere nice, too,” said Mollie. “The chair is flying very high, isn't it?”
    “Do you think it may be going to Toyland?” asked Peter. “I wouldn't mind that at all. After all, most of the things were toys. I think it's very likely they may have gone there.”
    “It certainly seems to be taking the way to Toyland as far as I remember,” said Chinky, peering down. “I know we pass over the Village of Golliwogs before we reach Toyland, and we're very near that now.”
    The children looked down to see if they could see any golliwog in the village they were flying over—but they were too high up to see the people in the streets. They looked as small as ants.
    “Yes—there's Toyland, far over there,” said Chinky, pointing. “That must be where we're going.”
    But it wasn't. The chair suddenly began to fly down and down at a great rate, and it was plain that it was going to land.
    “Well! This isn't Toyland!” said Chinky in surprise. “Good gracious! I do believe it's the school run by Mister Grim, for Bad Brownies. Surely the toys haven't gone there!”
    The chair landed in the grounds of a big house, just near a wall. 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.
“I mustn't scream or whistle or shout
Because Mister Grim is always