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all around them, trying, it seemed, to find their number-plates! Mollie jumped on to the back of one and Chinky on to the other.
    “Hie!” cried the policeman, “have these geese got numbers and lamps?”

    “I'll go and ask the farmer they belong to!” laughed Chinky. The geese rose up into the air and the wind they made with their big wings blew off the policeman's helmet.
    “I'll take your names, I'll take your names!” he yelled in a temper.
    He scribbled furiously in his notebook—and Mollie laughed so much that she nearly fell off her goose.
    “He doesn't know our names—and he's trying to write with his rubber!” she giggled. “Oh dear! What a topsy-turvy creature!”
    Peter was delighted to see Chinky and Mollie again. The two geese took them to the playroom door, cackled goodbye to Chinky, and flew off down to the farm.
    The wishing-chair stood in the corner. Its wings had disappeared. It looked very forlorn indeed. It knew it was in disgrace.
    Chinky turned it round the right way again. “We'll forgive you if you'll behave yourself next time!” he said.
    The chair creaked loudly. “It's sorry now!” grinned Chinky. “Come on—what about a game of ludo before you have to go in?”

The Chair Runs Away Again
    ONE afternoon Mollie, Peter, and Chinky were in the playroom together, playing at Kings and Queens. They each took it in turn to be a King or a Queen, and they wore the red rug for a cloak, and a cardboard crown covered with gold paper. The wishing-chair was the throne.
    It was Peter’s turn to be King. He put on the crown and wound the red rug round his shoulders for a cloak. He did feel grand. He sat down in the wishing-chair and arranged the cloak round him, so that it fell all round the chair and on to the floor too, just like a real king’s cloak.
    Then Mollie and Chinky had to curtsy and bow to him, and ask for his commands. He could tell them to do anything he liked.
    “Your Majesty, what would you have me do today?” asked Mollie, curtsying low.
    “I would have you go and pick me six dandelions, six daisies, and six buttercups,” said Peter, grandly, waving his hand. Mollie curtsied again and walked out backwards, nearly falling over a stool as she did so.
    Then Chinky asked Peter what he was to do for him. “Your Majesty, what would you have me do?” he said, bowing low.
    “I would have you go to the cupboard and get me a green sweet out of the bottle there,” said Peter commandingly. Chinky went to the cupboard. He couldn’t see the bottle at first. He moved the tins about and hunted for it. He didn’t see what was happening behind him!
    Peter didn’t see either. But what was happening was that the wishing-chair was growing its wings— under the red rug that was all around its legs! Peter sat in the chair, waiting impatiently for his commands to be obeyed—and the chair flapped its red wings under the rug and wondered why it could not flap them as easily as usual!
    Mollie was in the garden gathering the flowers that Peter had ordered. Chinky was still hunting for the bottle of sweets. The wishing-chair flapped its wings harder than ever—it suddenly rose into the air, and flew swiftly out of the door before Peter could jump out, and before Chinky could catch hold of it. It was gone!
    “Hie, Mollie, Mollie!” yelled Chinky in alarm. “The wishing-chair’s gone—and Peter’s gone with it!”
    Mollie came tearing into the playroom. “I saw it!” she panted. “Oh, why didn’t Peter or you see that its wings had grown? Now, it’s gone off with Peter, and we don’t know where!”
    “We didn’t see its wings growing because the red rug hid its legs!” said Chinky. “It must have grown them under the rug and flown off before any of us guessed!”
    “Well, what shall we do?” asked Mollie. “What will happen to Peter?”
    “It depends where he’s gone,” said Chinky. “Did you see which way the chair went?”
    “Towards the west,” said Mollie. “Peter