Paddington Novels 1-3

to be such a well-run, respectable station. Now look at it!”
    He stared after the retreating figures of Mrs Brown and Judy with Paddington bringing up the rear andthen he rubbed his eyes. “That’s funny,” he said, more to himself. “I must be seeing things. I could have sworn that bear had some bacon sticking out of his case!” He shrugged his shoulders. There were more important things to worry about. Judging by the noise coming from the top of the escalator there was some sort of dog fight going on. It needed investigating.

T HE MAN IN the gentlemen’s outfitting department at Barkridges held Paddington’s hat at arm’s length between thumb and forefinger. He looked at it distastefully.
    “I take it the young… er, gentleman, will not be requiring this any more, Modom?” he said.
    “Oh yes, I shall,” said Paddington firmly. “I’vealways had that hat – ever since I was small.”
    “But wouldn’t you like a nice new one, Paddington?” said Mrs Brown hastily, “for best ?”
    Paddington thought for a moment. “I’ll have one for worst if you like,” he said. “ That’s my best one!”
    The salesman shuddered slightly and, averting his gaze, placed the offending article on the far end of the counter.
    “Albert!” He beckoned to a youth who was hovering in the background. “See what we have in size 4 7 / 8 .” Albert began to rummage under the counter.
    “And now, while we’re about it,” said Mrs Brown, “we’d like a nice warm coat for the winter. Something like a duffel coat with toggles so that he can do it up easily, I thought. And we’d also like a plastic raincoat for the summer.”
    The salesman looked at her haughtily. He wasn’t very fond of bears and this one, especially, had been giving him queer looks ever since he’d mentioned his wretched hat. “Has Modom tried the bargain basement?” he began. “Something in Government Surplus…”
    “No, I haven’t,” said Mrs Brown, hotly. “Government Surplus indeed! I’ve never heard of such a thing – have you, Paddington?”
    “No,” said Paddington, who had no idea what Government Surplus was. “ Never !” He stared hard at the man, who looked away uneasily. Paddington had a very persistent stare when he cared to use it. It was a very powerful stare. One which his Aunt Lucy had taught him and which he kept for special occasions.
    Mrs Brown pointed to a smart blue duffel coat with a red lining. “That looks the very thing,” she said.
    The assistant gulped. “Yes, Modom. Certainly, Modom.” He beckoned to Paddington. “Come this way, sir.”
    Paddington followed the assistant, keeping about two feet behind him, and staring very hard. The back of the man’s neck seemed to go a dull red and he fingered his collar nervously. As they passed the hat counter, Albert, who lived in constant fear of his superior, and who had been watching the events with an open mouth, gave Paddington thethumbs-up sign. Paddington waved a paw. He was beginning to enjoy himself.
    He allowed the assistant to help him on with the coat and then stood admiring himself in the mirror. It was the first coat he had ever possessed. In Peru it had been very hot, and though his Aunt Lucy had made him wear a hat to prevent sunstroke, it had always been much too warm for a coat of any sort. He looked at himself in the mirror and was surprised to see not one, but a long line of bears stretching away as far as the eye could see. In fact, everywhere he looked there were bears, and they were all looking extremely smart.
    “Isn’t the hood a trifle large?” asked Mrs Brown, anxiously.
    “Hoods are being worn large this year, Modom,” said the assistant. “It’s the latest fashion.” He was about to add that Paddington seemed to have rather a large head anyway but he changed his mind. Bears were rather unpredictable. You never quite knew what they were thinking and this one in particular seemed to have a mind of his own.
    “Do you like it, Paddington?” asked Mrs Brown.
    Paddington gave up counting bears in the mirror and turned round to look at the back view. “I think it’s the nicest coat I’ve ever seen,” he said, after a moment’s thought. Mrs Brown and the assistant heaved a sigh of relief.
    “Good,” said Mrs Brown. “That’s settled, then. Now there’s just the question of a hat and a plastic macintosh.”
    She walked over to the hat counter, where Albert, who could still hardly take his admiring eyes off Paddington,