Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR WHATEVER NEXT? 'Do you suppose Binky would know what to do?' said Peter at last. 'Who's Binky?' asked Thomas. 'Never you mind,' said Mollie. 'Peter, go and find Binky and see what he says. I'll stay here with Thomas. He mustn't go out of the nursery, because if he meets Mother or Jane, they will think he's making faces at them and will be ever so cross.' Peter ran downstairs. He went into the garden and whistled a little tune that Binky had

taught him. He had to whistle this whenever he wanted the pixie. Binky whistled back. Peter saw him under a big hawthorn bush, mending a hole in his coat.

该页暂无翻译

该页暂无翻译

'What's up?' asked Binky, sewing away. 'We've got a boy in our nursery who's been making dreadful faces,' explained Peter. 'And the wind changed just as he was making a specially horrible one- and now he can't get his face right again. So Mollie sent me to ask you if you could do anything to help.' 'A boy as silly as that doesn't deserve help, said Binky, breaking off his cotton and threading his needle again. 'You go and tell him so.' 'Oh no, Binky, we really must help him,' said Peter. 'His mother may think we made his face like that, and we'll get into trouble. You don't want us to be sent to bed for a week, do you?' 'No, I don't,' said Binky, putting on his coat. 'I'll help you because you're my friends. There's only one thing to be done for a person who's

been making faces when the wind changed.' 'What's that?' asked Peter. 'You've got to get a bit of the wind that blew just then, and puff it into his face,' said Binky. 'Then he'll be all right - but it's dreadfully difficult to get a bit of the same wind.' 'How can we?' asked Peter, in dismay.