Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE A SPELL FOR GROWING WINGS The chair flew heavily down to the ground and landed with rather a bump. Its wings stopped flapping and hung limp. It creaked dolefully. It was quite exhausted, that was plain! 'We shouldn't have flown off on it when it only had three wings, said Binky. 'It was wrong of us. After all, Peter and Mollie, you have grown bigger since last holidays, and must be heavier. The chair can't possibly take us all unless it has four wings to fly with.'

They stood and looked at the poor, tired wishing-chair. 'What are we going to do about it?' said Peter.

'Well- we must try to find out where we are first,' said Binky, looking round. 'And then we must ask if there is a witch or wizard or magician anywhere about that can give us something to make the chair grow another wing. Then we'd better take it straight home for a rest.' 'Look,' said Mollie, pointing to a nearby sign-post. 'It says, "To the Village of Slipperies". Do you know that village, Binky?'

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'No. But I've heard of it,' said Binky. 'The people there aren't very nice- slippery as eels- can't trust them or believe a word they say. I don't think we'll go that way.' He went to look at the other arm of the signpost and came back looking very pleased. 'It says "Dame Quick-Fingers",' he said. 'She's my great-aunt. She'll help us all right. She'll be sure to know a spell for growing wings. She keeps a pack of flying dogs, you know, because of the Slipperies- they simply fly after them when they come to steal her chickens and ducks. 'Goodness- I'd love to see some flying dogs, said Mollie. 'Where does this aunt of yours live?'