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“Don't untie it, will you? It's to remind us of something. We'll come back again after tea.”
    They went off with the elf. He asked them to see if they could find his door-handle and turn it to get into his tree-house—but, 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.
    “I do wonder if Chinky's woken up yet,” said Mollie, at last. “No, thank you, elf, I can't possibly eat any more. It was a really lovely tea.”
    “Now what about going back to the shop and seeing if we can't take our chair away?” said Peter. “We'll send Chinky to explain about it later—the thing is, we really must take it quickly, or that goblin called Tricky will send someone to buy all the set—and our chair with it!”
    So off they went to the shop—and will you believe it, there were no chairs there! They were all gone from the window! The children stared in dismay.
    They went into the shop. “What's happened to the chairs?” they asked Polly.
    “Oh, we had such a bit of luck just after you had gone,” said Polly. “Somebody came by, noticed the chairs, said that the goblin Tricky had advised him to buy them—and paid us for them straight away!”
    “Who was he?” asked Peter, his heart sinking.
    “Let me see—his name was Mr. Spells,” said Polly, looking in a book. “And his address is Wizard Cottage. He seemed very nice indeed.”
    “Oh dear,” said Peter, leading Mollie out of the shop. “Now we've really lost our dear old chair.”
    “Don't give up!” said Mollie. “We'll go back to Chinky and tell him the whole story—and maybe he will know something about this Mr. Spells and be able to get our chair back for us. Chinky's very clever.”
    “Yes—but before we can get it back from Mr. Spells, that wretched goblin Tricky will be after it again,” said Peter. “He's sure to go and take it from Mr. Spells.”
    The elf took them home again. 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 you—Chinky.’
    “Bother!” said Mollie. “How annoying! Here we've come back to look for him and he's gone to look for us. Now we'll have to wait till tomorrow!”

Off to Mr. 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.
    “It's a pity Chinky didn't wait for us,” said Peter. “We could have sent him to Mr. Spells to keep guard on the chair. Come on, Mollie—we'll have to go in. We've hardly seen Mother all day!”
    Their mother didn't know anything about the Wishing-Chair at all, of course, because the children kept it a strict secret.
    “If we tell anyone, the grown-ups will come and take our precious chair, and put it into a museum or something,” said Peter. “I couldn't bear to think of the Wishing-Chair growing its wings in a museum and not being able to get out of a glass case.”
    So they hadn't said a word to anyone. 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.
    “You look very tired, Mollie,” said Mother, looking at her pale face. “Didn't you sleep well last night?”
    “Well—I didn't sleep a lot,” said Mollie truthfully, remembering her long flight in the Wishing-Chair and the strange bus ride afterwards.
    "I think you had both better get off early to bed,” said Mother. “I'll bring your suppers up to you in bed for a treat—raspberries