One moonlit night, as Peter and Mollie sat quietly in the playroom, a small figure floated in through the window. It was a pixie — a cheerful little fellow with pointed ears and a mischievous grin. He introduced himself as Chinky. He had been searching for the wishing-chair, he explained, because he was in urgent need of its help. Chinky's mother had been snatched by a giant who lived in a lonely castle far away in the hills. She was being kept captive there, and Chinky was far too small to rescue her on his own. When he heard rumours of a magic chair that could fly anywhere in the world, he had come at once to beg the children's help. Peter and Mollie did not hesitate. They climbed onto the wishing-chair with Chinky perched between them and wished themselves straight to the giant's castle. The doors were gigantic, the floors were made of huge stone slabs, and every echo was terrifying. The children had to creep across the vast hall on tiptoe, careful not to wake the sleeping giant. At last they found Chinky's mother in a locked cupboard, and after a nervous escape they carried her back to the wishing-chair. She was so grateful that she kissed them both — and from that night on, Chinky became the children's constant companion.