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160 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1947
Daddy was very fierse with us, we would suddenly hear an angry trumpeting noise and he would grab as many of us as he could and bang our heads together, I got the most beatings, Kathleen and Chloe hardly any because he had grown rather tame by the time they were old enough to be naughty.
Once when Beatrix was a baby he got so furious because of her crying he threw her down the stairs, fortunatly a cook called Harriat caught her at the bottom and saved her life, after that Harriat kept her in her bedroom at night so that he couldn’t hear her crying which was a good thing in case there hadn’t been anyone to catch her the next time, but Harriat had to leave soon after because her feet smelt.
Beatrix and I found a large branch with a lot of twigs trailing from it, we both got astride it and pretended it was a horse, then we found ourselves slowly raising from the ground, soon we were flying through the sky, we were not at all afraid, it seemed quite an ordinary thing to happen, there was our house quite tiny down below, with the silver river twisting beside it, up we went till we could only see clowds below, then we came to a little red house, it was very clean, a fairy lived there and she was pleaded to see us, her eyes were made of looking glass but she was a bit little[. . .]there were bright wool mats and lovely wax fruit in glass cases, a tinker bell in the window and varses like chandeers. We liked it there and often travelled on the magic stick always to the little red house, then Mary got cross about it and broke the magic stick, we tried sitting on the stokehole wall and shutting our eyes and willing ourselves to go up but we never could again. We were five or six at the time.