Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO HIGH UP IN THE AIR 'Where shall we go?' said Binky. 'Well- we never did get to the Land of Goodness Knows Where after all,' said Mollie. 'Shall we try to get there again? We know it's a good way away, so it should be a nice long flight, very cool and windy high up in the air.' 'We may as well,' said Binky. 'Fly to the Land of Goodness Knows Where, chair. We saw it on the map- it's due east from here, straight towards where the sun rises- you go over the Tiptop Mountains, past the Crazy Valley and then down by the Zigzag Coast: 'It sounds exciting,' said Mollie. 'Oh, isn't it lovely to be cool again? It's so very hot today.'

They were now high up in the air, and a lovely breeze blew past them as they flew. Little clouds, like puffs of cotton wool, floated below them. Mollie leaned out to get hold of one as they passed.

'This is fun,' she said. 'Binky, is there a land of ice-creams? If so, I'd like to go there sometime!' 'I don't know. I've never heard of one,' said Binky. 'There's a Land of Goodies though, I know that. It once came to the top of the Faraway Tree, and I went there. It was lovely -biscuits growing on trees, and chocolates sprouting on bushes.' 'Oh- did you see Moon-Face and Silky and the old Saucepan Man?' asked Mollie, in excitement. 'I've read the books about the Faraway Tree, and I've always wished I could climb it.' 'Yes, I saw them all,' said Binky. 'Silky is sweet, you'd love her. But Moon-Face was cross because somebody had taken all his slippery-slip cushions- you know, the cushions

he keeps in his room at the top of the tree for people to sit on when they slide down from the top to the bottom.'

'I wouldn't mind going to the Land of Goodies at all,' said Peter. 'It sounds really fine. I almost wish we'd told the chair to go there instead of the Land of Goodness Knows Where.' 'Well, don't change its mind for it,' said Binky. 'It doesn't like that. Look, there are the Tip-Top Mountains.' They all leaned out to look. They were very extraordinary mountains, running up into high, jagged peaks as if somebody had drawn them higgledy-piggledy with a pencil, up and down, up and down.

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