PETER kept backing away, and the bug kept crawling closer and closer, until, just as the sharp little pinchers, that the bug had on its head, were going to grab him, Peter made a jump. It was a wonderful jump, but he jumped so quickly, and he jumped so hard, that he forgot to pick out a place to land on, and, the first thing he knew, he was seated in a little shiny red automobile.

IT had a lovely soft seat, and just fitted Peter.

Down on the floor of the automobile was a shiny thing to put your foot on. Peter pressed on it and the engine went “chuck—chuck—chuck-a-chuck”; and, when he pulled a little handle, the shiny red automobile began to move. Peter grabbed the steering wheel and turned it to the right, and then to the left, and the little machine went just wherever he wanted it to go. Peter was so delighted that he jumped up and clapped his hands. That was the wrong thing to do, because, when the little machine had no one to guide it—“BANG,” it went into a lovely little house made of beautiful yellow building blocks.