The Adventures of the Wishing-Chair

by Enid Blyton

  Then he and the children bundled into the wishing-chair again, and off they flew into the air, leaning over to see the old dame crying out in astonishment and delight when she opened the door and found the wizard Ho-ho sleeping outside!

  “What a shock for him when he wakes up!” said Chinky, with a grin. “Well, children, many, many thanks for your help. You’ve saved Apple-pie village from a very nasty fellow. It will be nice to think of him dusting Dame Tap-tap’s kitchen, and getting water for her from the well! I guess she’ll make him work hard!”

  “Ho, ho!” roared the children, as the chair flew down to their playroom. “Perhaps the wizard won’t say ‘ho, ho ‘quite so much to Dame Tap-tap!”

  “No! He might get a spanking if he did,” grinned Chinky. “Well, here we are! See you tomorrow, children!”

  The Old, Old Man

  THE wishing-chair had not grown its wings for a long time. Chinky and the children had become quite tired of waiting for another adventure. Mollie thought perhaps the magic had gone out of it, and it might be just an ordinary chair now. It was most disappointing

  It was a lovely fine day, and Peter wanted to go for a walk. “Come with us, Chinky,” he said. “It’s no use staying in the playroom with the chair. It won’t grow its wings today!”

  So Chinky the pixie squashed his pointed ears under one of Peter’s old caps, put on an old overcoat of Peter’s, and set out with the children. Jane the housemaid saw them going, and she called after them :

  “If you’re going out, I shall give the playroom a good clean out. It hasn’t been done for a long time.”

  “All right!” called back Mollie. “We won’t be home till dinner-time.”

  They had a lovely walk, and ran back to the playroom about dinner-time. It did look clean. Jane was just finishing the dusting. Chinky waited outside, for he did not want to be seen. But suddenly Peter turned pale, and said, “Oh, where’s the chair? Mollie, where’s the chair?”

  “Oh, do you mean that old chair?” said Jane, gathering up her brushes. “An old, old man came for it. He said it had to be mended, or something. He took it away.”

  She went up to the house, leaving the two children staring at each other in dismay. Chinky ran in, and how he stared when he heard the news!

  “I know who the old man must have been!” he cried. “It’s old Bone-Lazy, who lives at the foot of Breezy Hill. He hates walking, so I expect he thought he’d get hold of our wishing-chair if he could. Then he’d be able to go everywhere in it!”

  “How can we get it back?” asked Mollie, almost in tears.

  “I don’t know,” said Chinky. “We’ll have a try anyhow. Come back here after dinner, and we’ll go to his cottage.”

  So after their dinner the two children ran back to their playroom. They found a most astonishing sight. There was no Chinky there—only an old woman, dressed in a black shawl that was drawn right over her head!

  “Who are you?” asked Mollie. Then she gave a cry of surprise—for, when the old woman raised her head, Mollie saw the merry face of Chinky the pixie!

  “This disguise is part of my plan for getting back our magic chair,” explained Chinky. “Now I want you to go with me to Bone-Lazy’s cottage, and I shall pretend to fall down and hurt myself outside. You will run up and help me to my feet—then you will help me to Bone-Lazy’s cottage, knock at the door, and explain that I’m an old lady who needs a drink of water and a rest.”

  “And whilst we’re in the cottage we look round to see if our chair is there!” cried Peter. “What a marvellous plan!”

  They set off. Chinky took them through a little wood they never seemed to have seen before, and, when they came out on the other side of it, they were in country that looked quite different! The flowers were brighter, the trees were full of blossom, and brilliant birds flew here and there!

  “I never knew it was so easy to get to Fairyland!” said Mollie, in surprise.

  “It isn’t!” said Chinky, with a grin, lifting up his black shawl and peeping at the children merrily. “You couldn’t possibly find it unless you had me with you!”

  “Is that Bone-Lazy’s cottage?” asked Mollie, pointing towards a cottage at the foot of a nearby hill.

  Chinky nodded.

  “I’ll go on ahead now,” he said. “Then you must do your part as we have planned. Good luck!”

  He hobbled on in front, looking for all the world like an old woman. When he came just by the cottage, Chinky suddenly gave a dreadful groan, and fell to the ground. At once the children rushed up and pulled the pretended old woman to her feet. From the corner of his eye Peter saw someone looking out of the window of the cottage at them.

  “Quick! Quick!” he cried very loudly to Mollie. “This poor woman has fainted! We must take her into this cottage and ask for a drink of water for her. She must rest!”

  They half-carried Chinky to the cottage door and knocked loudly. An old, old man opened it. He had narrow cunning eyes and the children didn’t like the look of him at all. They explained about the old woman and took her into the cottage. “Could you get a drink of water?” said Mollie.

  The old chap left the room, grumbling. “I shall have to go to the well,” he muttered crossly.

  “Good!” thought Peter. “It will give us time for a look round.”

  But, to their great disappointment, the wishing-chair was not to be seen! The cottage only had one room, so it did not take them long to hunt all round it. Before they had time to say anything the old, old man came back with a jug of water.

  Mollie took it from him—and then she suddenly noticed a very curious thing. A great draught was coming from a big chest-of-drawers standing in a corner. She stared at it in surprise. How could it be making such a wind round her feet? It was only a chest-of-drawers!

  But wait a minute! Was it only a chest-of-drawers? Quick as lightning Mollie upset the jug of water, and then turned to Bone-Lazy in apology. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I’ve upset the water! How very careless of me! I wonder if you’d be good enough to get some more?”

  The old man shouted at her rudely, snatched up the jug, and went down the garden to the well. The others stared at Mollie in surprise.

  “Whatever did you do that for?” said Peter.

  “There’s something queer about that chest-of-drawers,” said Mollie. “There’s a strange wind coming from it. Feel, Chinky! I upset the jug just to get the old man out of the way for a minute.”

  “Stars and moon! He’s changed our chair into a chest!” cried Chinky. “It must have grown wings, but we can’t see them because of Bone-Lazy’s magic! Quick, all of you! Jump into a drawer, and I’ll wish us away!”

  The children pulled open two of the enormous drawers and sat inside. Chinky sat on the top, crying “Home, wishing-chair, home!”

  The chest groaned, and the children heard a flapping noise Just at that moment the old man came into the room again with a jug of water. How he stared! But, before he could do anything, the chest-of-drawers rose up in the air, knocked the water out of his hand, almost pushed him over, and squeezed itself out of the door.

  “You won’t steal our chair again!” shouted cheeky Chinky, and he flung his black shawl neatly over Bone-Lazy’s head.

  The chest rose high into the air, and then a funny thing happened. It began to change back into the chair they all knew so well! Before they could think what to do, the children found themselves sitting safely on the seat, for the drawers all vanished into cushions! Chinky was on the top of the back, singing for joy.

  “That was a marvellous plan of yours!” said Peter.

  “Well, Mollie was the sharpest!” laughed Chinky.

  “It was she who noticed the draught from the chest. Good old Mollie!”

  Poor Lost Chinky

  ONCE a dreadful thing happened when the children were adventuring on the wishing-chair. It had grown its wings most conveniently when all three were in the playroom, so they jumped on, and were soon flying high in the air.
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br />   As they were flying they heard a loud droning noise, and looked round.

  “It’s an aeroplane!” shouted Peter.

  “I say! It’s very near us!” cried Mollie.

  So it was. It didn’t seem to see them at all. It flew straight at them, and the edge of one widespread wing just touched their flying chair, giving it a tremendous jerk. Mollie and Peter were sitting tightly in the seat— but Chinky was on the back, and he was jolted right off the chair.

  Mollie clutched at him as he fell—but she only just touched him. The two children watched in the greatest dismay as he fell down—and down—and down.

  “Oh, Peter!” cried Mollie in despair, “poor, poor Chinky! Whatever will happen to him!”

  The aeroplane flew on steadily, never guessing that it had touched a wishing-chair. Peter turned pale and looked at Mollie.

  “We must make the chair go down and see if Chinky is hurt,” he said. “Oh dear! What a dreadful thing to happen! Chair, fly down to earth!”

  The chair flapped its red wings and flew slowly down to the ground. It stood there, and the children jumped off. They were in open country with wide fields all around them. There was no sign of Chinky at all.

  They heard the sound of someone chanting a song, and saw coming towards them, a round, fat little man carrying a bundle on his head.

  “Hi!” called Peter. “Have you seen a little pixie falling out of the sky?”

  “Is that a riddle?” said the round little man, grinning stupidly. “I can ask you one too! Have you seen a horse that quacks like a duck?”

  “Don’t be silly,” said Mollie. “This is serious. Our friend has fallen out of the sky.”

  “Well, tell him not to do it again,” said the little round man. “All that fell out of the sky today was a large snowflake! Good-morning!”

  He went on his way, his bundle bobbing on his head. The children were very angry.

  “Making a joke about a serious thing like poor Chinky falling out of the sky!” said Mollie, with tears in her eyes. “Horrid fellow.”

  “Here’s someone else,” said Peter. “Hi! Stop a minute!”

  The someone was another round, fat person, also carrying a bundle on her head and singing a little song. She stopped when she saw the children.

  “Have you seen a pixie falling out of the sky?” asked Peter.

  “No. Have you?” said the round little woman, grinning.

  “Of course!” said Mollie impatiently.

  “Fibber!” said the round woman. “A big snowflake fell out of the sky, but nothing else.”

  “They’ve got snowflakes on the brain!” said Peter, as the woman went on her way, singing. “Come on, Mollie. We’d better go and look for Chinky ourselves. We know that it was somewhere near here that he fell. We’ll carry the chair between us so that we may have it safely. I don’t trust these stupid people.”

  They carried the chair along and came to a marketplace. It was full of the same round, fat people, all humming and singing. A town-crier was going round the market, ringing a bell, and crying “Oyez! Oyez! Dame Apple-pie has lost her spectacles! Oyez! Oyez!”

  Then Peter had a splendid idea! “I say, Mollie! Let’s tell the town-crier to shout out about Chinky. We’ll offer a reward to anyone that can tell us about him. Someone must have seen him fall.”

  So, before very long the town-crier was ringing his bell and crying loudly, “Oyez! Oyez! A reward is offered to anyone having news of a pixie who fell from the sky! Oyez!”

  Mollie and Peter stood on a platform so that people might know to whom to go if they had news. To their delight there came quite a crowd of people to them.

  “We’ve news, we’ve news!” they cried, struggling to get to Peter first.

  “Well, where did you see the pixie fall?” asked Peter of the first little man.

  “Sir, I saw a big snowflake fall in the Buttercup Field,” said he.

  “Don’t be foolish,” said Peter. “I said a pixie, not a snowflake. Don’t you know the difference between pixies and snowflakes? We all know that snowflakes fall from the sky. That is not news. Next, please!”

  But the next person said the same thing—and the next—and the next! It was most annoying and very disappointing.

  “We want our reward!” suddenly shouted someone. “We have given you news, but you have given us no reward.”

  “You haven’t given us the right news!” shouted back Peter angrily.

  “That doesn’t matter!” shouted the little folk, looking angry. They looked rather funny too, because for some reason or other they all carried their bundles and baskets balanced on their heads. “Give us our reward!”

  They swarmed towards the platform on which the two children were standing, and Mollie and Peter suddenly felt frightened.

  “I don’t like this, Mollie,” said Peter. “Let’s go! These stupid creatures think that pixies and snowflakes are exactly the same—and we certainly can’t give them all a reward. Climb into the chair!”

  Mollie jumped into the chair, which was just near them on the platform. Peter sat on the arm and cried out loudly, “Home, chair, quickly!”

  The chair flapped its wings and rose up—but it didn’t rise very high, only just above the heads of the angry people. Its legs began to jerk in and out, and to Peter’s enormous astonishment, the chair kicked off bundles, pots, and baskets from the heads of the furious marketers! Peter began to laugh, for, really, it was most comical to see the chair playing such a trick—but Mollie was in tears.

  “What’s the matter?” asked Peter, drying her tears with his handkerchief.

  “It’s Chinky,” sobbed Mollie. “I did love him so. Now I feel we shall never see him again.”

  Peter’s eyes filled with tears too. “He was such a good friend,” he said. “Oh, Mollie! It would be so dreadful if we never saw him again.”

  They flew home in silence. The chair flew in at the playroom door and the children jumped off.

  “It will never be so nice going adventures again,” said Mollie.

  “Why ever not?” said a merry little voice—and the children turned round in joy—for there was Chinky, the pixie, sitting on the floor, reading a book!

  “Chinky! We thought you were lost for ever when you fell from the chair!” cried Mollie, hugging him hard.

  “Don’t break me in half!” said Chinky. “I wasn’t hurt at all! I just changed myself into a big snowflake and fell into the Buttercup Field. Then I caught the next bus back to the bottom of the garden, and here I am. I’ve been waiting simply ages for you!”

  “A snowflake!” cried Peter. “So that’s why everyone talked about snowflakes! Now I understand!”

  He told Chinky all about their adventures—and how the pixie laughed when he heard about the chair kicking the bundles off the heads of the angry people

  “I wish I’d been there!” he said. “Come on, now—what about a game of ludo?”

  Yhe Land of Dreams

  MOLLIE! Peter! Come quickly! The chair is growing its wings again!” whispered Chinky, peeping in at the dining-room window. The children were busy drawing and painting, but they at once put away their things and scampered down the garden to their playroom.

  “Goody!” cried Peter, as he saw the red wings of the chair slowly flapping to and fro. “Come on, every one. Where shall we go to this time?”

  “We’ll let the chair take us where it wants to,” said Chinky, sitting on the top of the back as usual. “Off we go—and mind you don’t get worried if I fall off, Mollie!”

  “Oh, I shan’t worry any more!” laughed Mollie. “You can look after yourself all right, Chinky!”

  Off they went into the air.

  “Where’s the chair going, Chinky?” asked Mollie, presently.

  “I think it’s going to the Land of Dreams,” said Chinky. “Oh! I don’t know that I like that! Strange things happen there! Perhaps we’d better not go!”

  “Oh, do let’s!” said Peter. “We’ll be all right
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  Down to the Land of Dreams flew the chair and came to rest outside a small sweet shop. Peter felt in his pocket and found a penny there. “I’ll buy some toffee!” he cried. He went into the shop, and saw a large old sheep sitting there, knitting. He stared at her in surprise and then asked for a pennyworth of toffee. She gave him some in a bag and he ran out. He opened the bag and offered the toffee to the others.

  But when they tried to take some they found that the bag was full of green peas! How extraordinary!

  “I told you strange things happened here,” said Chinky. “Come on. Let’s carry the chair in case it runs away or something!” He turned to pick it up, and gave a shout!

  It had turned into a little dog, and its red wings were now red ribbons round the dog’s neck!

  “I say! Look at that! What are we going to do now?” said Chinky in dismay. They all stared at the dog, which wagged its tail hard.

  Suddenly there came an angry shout behind them.

  “Spot! Spot! Come here, sir!”

  The children turned and saw a clown running down the road, calling to the dog.

  “Quick! We must run off with the dog before the clown gets it,” said Chinky. “It may change back into a chair again at any moment, and we can’t let anyone else have it.”

  He caught up the surprised dog, and the three of them raced down the street at top speed.

  “Stop thief, stop thief!” shouted the clown, and ran after them. He caught them up and took hold of Chinky. To the children’s amazement the clown then turned into a large fat policeman!

  “I arrest you for stealing a dog!” said the policeman solemnly. Chinky stared at him in despair. But Mollie cried out loudly: “What do you mean, policeman? We haven’t any dog!”

  And sure enough the dog had changed into a yellow duck! There it was, under Chinky’s arm, quacking away for all it was worth! The policeman stared at it, looked very blue, and in a trice had changed into a blue motor-van that trundled itself down the street!