All summer long, Peter and Mollie had been having the strangest, most magical time of their lives. But now the end of the summer holiday was drawing near. Very soon, they would be back at school for the autumn term, with lessons, homework, and no time for flying about in the sky on a magic chair. Chinky had a plan. The wishing-chair, he said, could not simply be left in a playroom cupboard for weeks on end. Its wings would grow dusty. Its magic might grow sleepy. He would take it back to Pixie Land, where it could be looked after properly. He promised faithfully to oil its wings, keep the seat polished, and bring it straight back the moment school broke up for the next holidays. So the three friends said a proper farewell. Mollie gave the chair one last careful polish. Peter thanked it for every adventure it had taken them on. Chinky perched on the arm and prepared for the long flight home. Then the wishing-chair rose gently up from the playroom floor for one last time, its red wings shimmering in the evening sun. Chinky waved and blew kisses. Peter and Mollie waved back, laughing and pretending not to feel the smallest bit sad. Long after the chair had vanished above the treetops, they stayed at the window. When they finally went to bed, both children fell asleep feeling wonderfully hopeful, already counting the days until the next summer holiday began.