The Wishing-Chair Again [antikvár]

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS Mollie and Peter had just arrived home for the holidays. Their schools had broken up the same day, which was very lucky, and Mother had met them at the station. They hugged her hard. "Mother! It's grand to see you again. HoWs everyone?" "Fine," said Mother. "The garden's looking lovely, your bedrooms are all ready for you, and your playroom at the bottom of the garden is longing for you to go there and play as usual." The two children looked at one another. They had a big Secret. One they couldn't possibly mention even in their letters to one another at school. How they were longing to talk about it now! "Can we just pop down to our playroom first of all?" asked Peter when they got home. "Oh, no, dear!" said Mother. "You must come upstairs and wash —and help me to unpack your things. You will have plenty of time to spend in your playroom these holidays." The children's Secret was in their playroom — and they so badly wanted to see it again. They went upstairs and washed and then went down to tea. "Can we go to our playroom after we've helped you to unpack?" asked Peter. Mother laughed. "Very well-leave me to unpack, and go along. I expect you want to see if 5