Free Adventures of the Wishing-Chair by Enid Blyton Page A

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    Chinky suddenly lost his temper. He rushed at the goblin to catch him and shake him. The goblin looked scared. He turned to run and sped out of the big kitchen into the hall. Chinky ran after him. Mollie and Peter looked at one another.

    “Chinky will get us all into trouble,” said Mollie. “He really is a silly-billy. If he makes the goblin angry, he certainly won’t help us to get away. I suppose that naughty wishing-chair flew away home.”
    “I’m quite sure it didn’t,” said Peter. “I know I would have seen it moving.”
    The goblin came running into the room followed by Chinky. “Catch him, catch him!” yelled Chinky. Peter tried to—but the goblin was like an eel. He dodged this way, he dodged that way—and then a funny thing happened. Peter fell over something that wasn’t there!

    He crashed right into something and fell over, bang! And yet, when he looked, there was nothing at all to fall over! He felt very much astonished. He sat up and stared round. “What did I fall over?” he said. Chinky stopped chasing the goblin and ran to him. He put out his arms and felt round about in the air by Peter— and his hands closed on something hard—that couldn’t be seen!
    “Oh!” he yelled joyfully, “it’s the wishing-chair! That deceitful goblin made it invisible, so that we couldn’t see it, even though it was really here! And he meant to help us home all right—and as soon as we had gone he meant to use our wishing-chair for himself, and we’d never know!”
    “Then it hasn’t flown away!” cried Mollie, running over and feeling it too. “Oh goody, goody! We can get into it and go home even if we can’t see what we’re sitting on! Get up, Peter, and let’s fly off before that nasty little polite goblin does any more spells!”
    They all sat in the chair they couldn’t see. “Home, wishing-chair, home!” cried Chinky. The invisible chair rose in the air and flew out of the door. The goblin ran to the door and bowed. “So pleased to have seen you!” he called politely.
    “Nasty little polite creature!” said Chinky. “My goodness—we nearly lost the chair, children! Now we’ve got to find a way of making it visible again. It’s no fun having a chair and not knowing if it’s really there or not! I don’t like feeling I’m sitting on nothing! I like to see what I’m sitting on!”
    They flew home. They got out of the chair and looked at one another.
    “Well, we do have adventures!” said Peter, grinning.

The Spinning House
    IT was most annoying not being able to see the wishing-chair. The children kept forgetting where it was and falling over it.
    “Oh dear!” groaned Peter, picking himself up for the fourth time, “I really can’t bear this chair being invisible. I keep walking into it and bumping myself.”
    “I’ll tie a ribbon on it!” said Mollie. “Then we shall see the ribbon in the air, and we’ll know the chair is there!”
    “That’s a good idea,” said Chinky. “Girls always think of good ideas.”
    “So do boys,” said Peter. “I say! How queer that ribbon looks all by itself in the air! We can see it, but we can’t see the chair it’s tied on! People would stare if they came in here and saw it!”
    It certainly did look funny. It stuck there in mid-air— and it did act as a warning to the children and Chinky that they must be careful not to walk into the invisible chair. It saved them many a bump.
    “I’ve been asking the fairies how we can get the chair made visible again,” said Chinky the next day. “They say there is a funny old witch who lives in a little spinning house in Jiffy Wood, who is very, very clever at making things invisible or visible! So if we fly there next time the chair grows wings, we may be able to have it put right.”
    “But how shall we know when it grows its wings if we can’t see them?” said Mollie.
    “I never thought of that!” said Chinky.
    “I know!” said Peter. “Let’s tear up little