Paddington Novels 1-3

he’s like.”
    “I don’t know about Paddington building himself in,” exclaimed Mrs Bird, as she entered carrying a trayload of plates. “I think Mr Curry must be having his house pulled down. I’ve never heard so much noise. Banging and sawing coming from the kitchen. It’s been going on ever since we got back and it’s only just this minute stopped.”
    Jonathan and Judy exchanged glances. Now that Mrs Bird mentioned it, there had been a lot of noise coming from Mr Curry’s house.
    “I wonder…” said Judy.
    Jonathan opened his mouth, but before he had time to say anything the door burst open and Paddington entered dragging something large and heavy behind him.
    “Well,” said Mrs Bird, voicing all their thoughts. “And what have you been up to now?”
    “What have I been up to, Mrs Bird?”exclaimed Paddington, looking most offended. “I’ve been making Mr Brown a magazine rack.”
    “A magazine rack?” said Mrs Brown, as Paddington stepped to one side. “What a lovely idea.”
    “It was meant to be a surprise,” said Paddington modestly. “I made it all with my own paws.”
    “Gosh! It’s super,” said Jonathan, as the Browns all crowded round to admire Paddington’s handiwork. “Fancy you doing it all by yourself.”
    “I should be careful,” warned Paddington. “I’ve only just varnished it and it’s still a bit sticky. I think some of it has come off on my paws already.”
    “Most sensible,” said Mrs Bird approvingly. “Mentioning no names – it’s about time some people in this house had a place for their newspapers. Now perhaps they won’t keep losing them.”
    “But you’ve made two,” said Judy. “Whose is the other one?”
    A guilty expression came over Paddington’s face. “It’s really for Mr Curry,” he said. “But I thought perhaps I’d better leave it on his doorstep after dark – just in case.”
    Mrs Bird looked at Paddington suspiciously. Her ears had caught the sound of violent banging coming from the house next door and she had a nasty feeling in the back of her mind that it had something to do with Paddington.
    “Just in case?” she repeated. “What do you mean?”
    But before Paddington had time to explain exactly what he did mean, Mrs Brown pointed to the window in astonishment.
    “Good gracious,” she cried. “There is Mr Curry. Whatever’s the matter with him? He’s running around the garden waving a kitchen table in the air.” She peered through the glass. “And it doesn’t seem to have any legs, either. How very odd!”

    “Gosh!” cried Jonathan excitedly. “Now it’s broken in two!”
    The Browns stared through the window at the strange sight of Mr Curry dancing round his pond waving the two halves of a table. “Bear!” he shouted. “Where are you, bear?”
    “Oh dear,” said Paddington, as everyone turned away from the window and looked at him accusingly. “I’m in trouble again.”
    “Well, if you ask me,” said Mrs Bird, after he had explained everything to them, “the best thing you can do is offer Mr Curry your carpentry set as a present. Then, perhaps, he’ll forget all about his kitchen table. And if he doesn’t, just you tell him to come and see me.
    Mrs Bird held very strong views about people who tried to take advantage of others and she usually took Paddington’s side in anything to do with Mr Curry.
    “Anyway,” she concluded, in a voice which left no room for argument, “I’m certainly not having the lunch spoiled by Mr Curry or anyone else, so just you all sit down while I fetch it.”
    With that argument the Browns had to agree and they meekly arranged themselvesround the table.
    Paddington in particular thought it was a very good idea. He was a bit fed up with carpentry. Sawing was hard work – especially for a small bear – and even more so when it was sawing through a kitchen table. Besides, he was hungry after his morning’s work and he didn’t want to offend Mrs Bird by not eating her lunch down to the very last mouthful.

“I’m afraid,” said the lady in the cash desk at the Podium Super Cinema, “you can’t come in. It’s an ‘A’ film.”
    “I beg your pardon?” said Paddington, looking puzzled.
    “‘A’,” said the lady.
    “Eh?” repeated Paddington, looking even more puzzled. “But that’s what I said.”
    “Not ‘eh’,” said the lady impatiently. “‘A’. That means bears under sixteen aren’t allowed in unaccompanied.”
    “Sixteen!”