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Updated: May 29, 2025
Probably the watchman himself was reposing, for he never moved when the mice and their riders went by. They rode to the end of the street, and there, before an old deserted house which Peter had often shuddered to look at in the daytime, the mice stopped. "Here we are!" said the Parsnip-man, jumping down from his mouse. Peter dismounted more leisurely, and the two mice ran off.
And she carried Peter out into the arm-chair by the breakfast-table, and began to pour out some coffee for him. "See," she continued, "here's your Parsnip-man, about whom you have been dreaming all this fine nonsense." Peter examined it with eager eyes. It looked exactly the same as it had done the night before. "But Mary was there too," he said, still doubtfully.
The little Parsnip-man helped him on with his shoes and stockings, and Peter put on the rest of his clothes himself. Then the Mannikin pulled out a little whistle and blew on it. Immediately there was a rustling under the bed, and then two mice peeped out. In a moment the Parsnip-man caught one, and vaulted on to its back. "You get on the other," he said to Peter.
Peter then perceived that something was moving higher up, and very shortly he heard a rustling noise as if a ladder of ropes were being let down from above. "Come quickly!" said a shrill, slender voice. "The chimes have sounded once since the hour. The Queen is waiting." "Climb on to my shoulders, Peter," said the Parsnip-man, stooping as he spoke.
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