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Paddington Takes the Air. Michael Bond
Читать онлайн.Название Paddington Takes the Air
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9780007403035
Автор произведения Michael Bond
Жанр Природа и животные
Издательство HarperCollins
The Browns’ neighbour was gone for several minutes and while he was away the man arrived to collect the weekly wash. Paddington hesitated over the trousers. Although the idea of doing them himself had seemed a very good one at the time, now that he’d taken a closer look he was beginning to have second thoughts on the matter, and he was about to chase after the van when he caught sight of Mr Curry glaring at him through his bedroom window and hurriedly changed his mind again.
A few moments later, the Browns’ neighbour emerged from his front door and headed back towards number thirty-two. To Paddington’s surprise he was wearing a dressing gown and carrying a large brown paper parcel in his arms.
“I’ve decided to go the whole hog, bear,” he announced, as he came up the path. “If this person’s as good as you say he is it’ll be well worth while.”
Paddington’s face grew longer and longer as Mr Curry unwrapped his parcel and revealed not one pair of trousers, but a great pile. In fact, outside of a shop, Paddington couldn’t remember ever having seen quite so many pairs of trousers before.
“I’m having the whole lot done,” explained Mr Curry. “Including,” he added ominously, “the ones from my best suit.”
“You wouldn’t like to keep a pair in case of an emergency would you, Mr Curry?” asked Paddington anxiously.
“An emergency?” barked Mr Curry, catching sight of the look on Paddington’s face. “I don’t like the sound of that, bear! Are you sure this person will do a good job? If not I’d rather send them with your laundry.”
“I’m afraid it’s too late now, Mr Curry,” said Paddington unhappily. “It’s gone!”
Mr Curry looked at Paddington sternly. “In that case,” he warned, “I shall hold you personally responsible for the safety of my trousers from now on. And I shall look forward to their prompt return. I can’t go out until they come back, so woe betide you if anything goes wrong.
“I may give you fifty pence for going,” he added, as Paddington held out his paw hopefully. “It all depends. But I’m certainly not paying the full amount until I see some results.”
With that, the Browns’ neighbour turned on his heels and disappeared in the direction of his house leaving Paddington with a very woebegone expression on his face indeed. For some reason which he could never quite fathom, things always got out of hand when Mr Curry was around and he was apt to find himself agreeing to do things before he knew what they actually were.
Heaving a deep sigh Paddington gathered up Mr Curry’s parcel and made his way back upstairs in order to consult the instruction book.
Up to now he’d concentrated on the mechanical side of the booklet, which explained the workings of the various parts, but towards the back there were several chapters devoted to what one could do with the needle once it was threaded, and it was to this section that he turned when he’d settled down.
But in the event it proved rather disappointing. As far as he could make out, when the machine was first made, very few people seemed to wear trousers, or if they did they were so well made they were seldom in need of repair. Most of the illustrations dealt with some very odd situations indeed. There was a picture of a lady who’d caught her dress on a penny-farthing cycle and another, called DRAMA IN THE DESERT, which showed a man with a large moustache and shorts repairing what was left of his tent after a camel had trodden on it. But any hints and tips to do with trousers as such were conspicuous only by their absence.
Although Paddington was very keen on instruction books he’d noticed in the past that they had a habit of dealing with every kind of situation except the one he most wanted, and the present one was no exception.
According to the closing paragraph anyone who owned a SEW-RITE sewing machine had unlimited horizons, but Paddington could see only two good things on his particular horizon; the Browns were out and unlikely to return for some while, and Mr Curry was in and unlikely in his present state to venture out.
However, Paddington wasn’t the sort of bear to let things get the better of him if he could possibly help it, and picking up a pair of scissors, he poked hopefully at one of Mr Curry’s seams.
To his surprise, his efforts were rewarded much sooner than he expected, for without any warning at all the waistband suddenly parted in the middle. In fact, it was even more successful than he’d intended, for when he pulled at the loose thread there was a rending sound and it travelled right down to the turn-ups at the bottom.
Paddington wasn’t quite sure whether it was the direct result of pulling that thread or whether he’d pulled another one by mistake, but when he picked the trousers up to examine them more closely one of the legs fell off.
After drawing his bedroom curtains to be on the safe side, Paddington held the remaining leg up to his bedside light and peered at it uneasily. Now that matters had finally come to a head he rather wished he’d sorted through the pile and picked on something other than the trousers from Mr Curry’s best navy-blue pinstripe suit to practise on.
On the other hand, when he looked at some of his efforts a little later on he began to wonder if perhaps his first choice hadn’t been the best one after all. At least the two halves had come apart cleanly, which was more than could be said for some of the older pairs of trousers.
But it was when he tried sewing some of the halves together again that his troubles really started. It was much more difficult than he had expected. In the past most of the material he’d used had been thin and easy to work, whereas Mr Curry’s trousers seemed unusually thick. There were so many folds in his waistbands he soon lost count of them, and the handle of the machine became very hard to turn. In desperation, Paddington tried jamming it in one of his dressing table drawers and turning the machine itself, but the only result of that was an ominous ‘ping’ as the needle snapped.
It was all most disappointing. After working away as hard as he could, with barely a pause for a marmalade sandwich at lunch, Paddington had to admit that the results fell somewhat short of even his own expectations, and he shuddered to think how far short they would be of Mr Curry’s.
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