Paddington Novels 1-3

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    It took Mr Brown a long time to get rid of Mr Curry and put his car away in the garage. When he did come indoors he looked very fed up.
    “That Mr Curry,” he exclaimed. “Telling tales about Paddington again. If I’d been there this morning he’d have got more than a snowball in his bed.” He looked round the room. “By the way, where is Paddington?” Paddington usually liked helping Mr Brown put his car away and it was most unusual for him not to be there ready to give paw signals.
    “I haven’t seen him for ages,” said Mrs Brown. She looked at Jonathan and Judy. “Do you know where he is?”
    “Didn’t he jump out at you, Dad?” asked Jonathan.
    “Jump out at me!” exclaimed Mr Brown, looking puzzled. “Not that I know of. Why, was he supposed to?”
    “But you saw the snowbear, didn’t you?” asked Judy. “Just by the garage.”
    “Snowbear?” said Mr Brown. “Good heavens – you don’t mean – that wasn’t Paddington?”
    “What’s that young bear been up to now?” asked Mrs Bird. “Do you mean to say he’s been out there covered in snow all this time? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
    “Well, it wasn’t really his idea,” said Jonathan. “Not all of it.”
    “I expect he heard Mr Curry’s voice and got frightened,” said Judy.
    “Just you bring him indoors at once,” said Mrs Bird. “Why, he might catch his death of cold. I’ve a good mind to send him to bed without any supper.”
    It wasn’t that Mrs Bird was cross with Paddington – she was simply worried in case anything happened to him, and when he came through the door her manner changed at once.
    She took one of his paws in her hand andthen felt his nose. “Good gracious!” she exclaimed. “He’s like an iceberg.”
    Paddington shivered. “I don’t think I like being a snowbear very much,” he said in a weak voice.
    “I should think not, indeed,” exclaimed Mrs Bird. She turned to the others. “That bear’s going to bed at once – with a hot-water bottle and a bowl of broth. Then I’m sending for the doctor.”
    With that she made Paddington sit by the fire while she hurried upstairs to fetch a thermometer.
    Paddington lay back in Mr Brown’s armchair with his eyes closed. He certainly felt very strange. He couldn’t remember ever having felt like it before. One moment he seemed to be as cold as the snow outside, the next he felt as if he was on fire.
    He wasn’t quite sure how long he lay there, but he vaguely remembered Mrs Bird sticking something long and cold under his tongue, which she told him not to bite. After that he didn’t remember much more, except that everyone started running around, preparing soup and filling hot-water bottles, and generally making sure his room was comfortable for him.
    Within a few minutes everything was ready and the Browns all trooped upstairs to make sure he was properly tucked in bed. Paddington thanked them all very much and then, after waving a paw limply in their direction, lay back and closed his eyes.
    “He must be feeling bad,” whispered Mrs Bird. “He hasn’t even touched his soup.”
    “Gosh,” said Jonathan miserably, as he followed Judy down the stairs. “It was mostly my idea. I shall never forgive myself if anything happens to him.”
    “It was my idea as well,” said Judy, comfortingly, “I expect we all thought of it together. Anyway,” she added, as the front doorbell rang, “that must be the doctor – so we shall soon know.”
    Doctor MacAndrew was a long time with Paddington, and when he came downstairs again he looked very serious.
    “How is he, Doctor?” asked Mrs Brown, anxiously. “He’s not seriously ill, is he?”
    “Aye, he is,” said Doctor MacAndrew. “Ye may as well know. That young bear’s verra ill indeed. Playing in the snow when he’s not used to it, no doubt. I’ve given him a wee drop o’ medicine to tide him over the night and I’ll be along first thing in the morning.”
    “But he is going to be all right, isn’t he, Doctor MacAndrew?” cried Judy.
    Doctor MacAndrew shook his head gravely. “I wouldna care to give an opinion,” he said. “I wouldna care to give an opinion at all.” With that he bade them all good night and drove away.
    It was a very sad party of Browns that went upstairs that evening. While they were getting ready for bed, Mrs Bird quietly moved her things into Paddington’s room so that she could keep an eye on him during the