"Draw your chair nearer, Peter dear," said Aunt Jane.
"I can't" said Peter, "it's stuck to the floor."
And so it was; the chair was stuck to the floor, and no amount of
pushing or pulling could budge it.
"That's odd," said Aunt Jane; "but never mind, I'll push the table over
to the chair."
But like the chair, the table refused to budge. Peter then tried to
slide his plate of soup closer to him, but the plate, which the servant
had placed on the cloth but an instant before, had evidently frozen to
the table in some extraordinary manner and could not be moved an inch.
The soup in the plate, however, was not fastened to the dish, nor were
the wonderful strawberry-cakes and the delicious ices with which the
dinner closed.
"You don't suppose this castle is enchanted, do you, Aunt Jane?" asked
Peter.
"Not a bit of it," replied Aunt Jane. "And even if it were," she
continued recklessly, "I should n't mind, for there's nothing that a
woman of determination and energy can't accomplish." There was a pause,
and then Aunt Jane added, "I am going to have some guests to dinner this
evening, so run round and amuse yourself as well as you can.
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