Paddington Novels 1-3

a long journey, half-way round the world, and so Paddington’s map occupied most of the bathroom floor and also used up most of Mr Brown’s shaving cream. With the little that was left he tried writing his new name again. He had several attempts and finally decided on PADINGTUN . It looked most important.

    It wasn’t until a trickle of warm water landed on his nose that he realised the bath was full and was beginning to run over the side. With a sigh he climbed up on to the side of the bath, closed his eyes, held his nose with one paw, and jumped. The water was hot and soapy and much deeper than he had expected. In fact, he had to stand on tiptoe even to keep his nose above the surface.
    It was then that he had a nasty shock. It’s one thing getting into a bath. It’s quite another getting out, especially when the water comes up to your nose and the sides are slippery and your eyes are full of soap. He couldn’t even see to turn the taps off.
    He tried calling out “Help”, first in quite a quiet voice, then very loudly: “ HELP ! HELP !”
    He waited for a few moments but no one came. Suddenly he had an idea. What a good thing he was still wearing his hat! He took it off and began baling out the water.
    There were several holes in the hat because it was a very old one that had once belonged to his uncle, but if the water didn’t get much less, at least it didn’t get any more.

    “That’s funny,” said Mr Brown, jumping up from his armchair and rubbing his forehead. “I could have sworn I felt a spot of water!”
    “Don’t be silly, dear. How could you?” Mrs Brown, busy with her knitting, didn’t even bother to look up.
    Mr Brown grunted and returned to his newspaper. He knew he had felt something, but there was no point in arguing. He looked suspiciously at the children, but both Judy and Jonathan were busy writing their letter.
    “How much does it cost to send a letter to Lima?” asked Jonathan.
    Judy was about to reply when another drop of water fell down from the ceiling, this time right on to the table.
    “Oh, gosh!” She jumped to her feet, pulling Jonathan after her. There was an ominous wet patch right over their heads and right underneath the bathroom!
    “Where are you going now, dear?” asked Mrs Brown.
    “Oh, just upstairs to see how Paddington’s getting on.” Judy pushed Jonathan through the door and shut it quickly behind them.
    “Crikey,” said Jonathan. “What’s up?”
    “It’s Paddington,” cried Judy over her shoulder as she rushed up the stairs. “I think he’s in trouble!”
    She ran along the landing and banged loudly on the bathroom door. “Are you all right, Paddington?” she shouted. “May we come in?”
    “ HELP ! HELP !” shouted Paddington.”Please come in. I think I’m going to drown!”
    “Oh, Paddington.” Judy leant over the side of the bath and helped Jonathan lift a dripping and very frightened Paddington on to the floor. “Oh, Paddington! Thank goodness you’re all right!”
    Paddington lay on his back in a pool of water. “What a good job I had my hat,” he panted. “Aunt Lucy told me never to be without it.”
    “But why on earth didn’t you pull the plug out, you silly?” said Judy.

    “Oh!” Paddington looked crestfallen. “I… I never thought of that.”
    Jonathan looked admiringly at Paddington. “Crikey,” he said. “Fancy you making all this mess. Even I’ve never made as much mess as this!”
    Paddington sat up and looked around. The whole of the bathroom floor was covered in a sort of white foam where the hot water had landed on his map of South America. “It is a bit untidy,” he admitted. “I don’t really know how it got like that.”
    “Untidy!” Judy lifted him to his feet and wrapped a towel around him. “Paddington, we’ve all got a lot of work to do before we go downstairs again. If Mrs Bird sees this I don’t know what she’ll say.”
    “I do,” exclaimed Jonathan. “She says it to me sometimes.”
    Judy began wiping the floor with a cloth. “Now just you dry yourself quickly in case you catch cold.”
    Paddington began rubbing himself meekly with the towel. “I must say,” he remarked, looking athimself in the mirror. “I am a lot cleaner than I was. It doesn’t look like me at all!”
    Paddington did look much cleaner than when he had first arrived at the Browns. His fur, which was really quite light in colour and not dark brown as it had been, was standing out like a new brush,