said Chinky, who wasn't really very pleased about it at all. “Behave yourself, please—or I shall tell your mother all about you.” The chair was a bit crowded now, with the two children, the brownie, and the pixie, and the empty crock as well. Peter had the one piece of gold that was left. He had put it into his pocket. “I'll take you to the Land of Wishes if you like,” said the small brownie, humbly. He was very anxious to please them all now. “You can have as many wishes as you like this weekend because it's the Princess Peronel's birthday. I've an invitation ticket. Look.” He pulled a rather crumpled ticket from his pocket. It certainly was an invitation. “But it's for you, not for us,” said Peter. “It says 'For Brownie Nose-About and Friends’,” said the brownie. “I'm Nose-About—and you're my friends, aren't you? Oh, please do say you are!”
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