 Adventure the first of the Adventures of a Brownie. The Adventures of a Brownie, as told to my child by Ms. Mollick. Adventure the first, brownie and the cook. There once was a little brownie who lived, where do you think he lived? In a coal cellar. Now, a coal cellar may seem a most curious place to choose to live in, but then a brownie is a curious creature, a fairy, and yet not one of that sort of fairies who fly about on gossamer wings and dance in the moonlight and so on. He never dances, and as to wings, what use would they be to him in a coal cellar? He is a sober, stay-at-home household elf. See much to look at, even if you did see him, which you are not likely to do. Only a little man about a foot high, all dressed in brown with a brown face and hands, and a brown-peaked cap, just the color of a brown mouse, and like a mouse, he hides in corners, especially kitchen corners, and only comes out after dark when nobody is about, and so sometimes people call him Mr. Nobody. I said you were not likely to see him. I never did, certainly, and never knew anybody that did, but still, if you were to go into Devonshire, you would hear many funny stories about brownies in general, and so I may as well tell you the adventures of this particular brownie, who belonged to a family there, which family he had followed from house to house most faithfully for years and years. A good many people had heard him, or supposed they had, when there were extraordinary noises about the house, noises which must have come from a mouse or a rat, or a brownie, but nobody had ever seen him, except the children. The three little boys and three little girls, who declared he often came to play with them when they were alone, and was the nicest companion in the world, though he was such an old man, hundreds of years old. He was full of fun and mischief, and up to all sorts of tricks, but he never did anybody any harm unless they deserved it. Brownie was supposed to live under one particular coal in the darkest corner of the cellar, which was never allowed to be disturbed. Why he had chosen it nobody knew, and how he lived there nobody knew either, nor what he lived upon, except that ever since the family could remember there had always been a bowl of milk put behind the coal cellar door for the brownie supper. Perhaps he drank it, perhaps he didn't. Anyhow, the bowl was always found empty the next morning. The old cook, who had lived all her life in the family, had never once forgotten to give brownie his supper. But at last she died, and a young cook came in her stead, who was very apt to forget everything. She was also both careless and lazy, and disliked taking the trouble to put a bowl of milk in the same place every night for Mr. Nobody. She didn't believe in brownies, she said. She had never seen one, and seen's believing. So she laughed at the other servants, who looked very grave, and put the bowl of milk in its place as often as they could without saying much about it. But once, when Brownie woke up, at his usual hour for rising, ten o'clock at night, and looked round in search of his supper, which was in fact his breakfast, he found nothing there. At first he could not imagine such neglect, and went smelling and smelling about for his bowl of milk. It was not always placed in the same corner now, but in vain. "'This will never do,' said he, and being extremely hungry, he began running about the wholesaler, to see what he could find. His eyes were as useful in the dark as in the light, like a pussycat's. But there was nothing to be seen, not even a potato-pairing, or a dry crust, or a well-nod bone, such as tiny the terrier sometimes brought into the coal-seller and left on the floor. Nothing, in short, but heaps of coal and coal-dust, and even a Brownie cannot eat that, you know. "'Can't stand this! Quite impossible,' said the Brownie, tightening his belt, to make his poor little inside feel less empty. He had been asleep so long, about a week, I believe, as was his habit, when there was nothing to do. But he seemed ready to eat his own head, or his boots or anything. "'What's to be done, since nobody brings my supper, I must go and fetch it?' He spoke quickly, for he always thought quickly, and made up his mind in a minute. To be sure, it was a very little mind, like his little body. But he did the best he could with it, and was not a bad sort of fellow after all. In the house he had never done any harm, and often some good, for he frightened away all the rats, mice, and black beetles. Not the crickets. But he liked them, as the old cook had done. She said they were such cheerful creatures, and always brought luck to the house. But the young cook could not bear them, and used to pour boiling water down their holes, and set basins of beer for them, with little wooden bridges up to the rim, that they might walk up, tumble in, and be drowned. So there was not even a cricket singing in the silent house, when Brownie put his head out of his coal-suller door, which, to his surprise, he found open. Old cook used to lock it every night, but the young cook had left that key, and the kitchen, and the pantry keys, too, all dangling in the lock, so that any thief might have got in, and wandered all over the house without being found out. Hurrah! There's luck! cried Brownie, tossing his cap up in the air, and bounding right through the scullery into the kitchen. It was quite empty, but there was a good fire burning itself out, just for its own amusement, and the remains of a capital supper spread on the table, and for a half a dozen people being left still. Would you like to know what there was? Devonshire cream, of course, and part of a large dish of junket, which is something like curds and whey, lots of bread and butter and cheese, and half apple pudding, also a great jug of cider and another of milk, and several half-full glasses, and no end of dirty plates, knives, and forks, all were scattered about the table in the most untidy fashion, just as the servants had risen from their supper without thinking to put anything away. Brownie screwed up his little old face, and turned up his button of a nose, and gave a long whistle. You might not believe it, seeing he lived in a wholesaler, but, really, he liked tidiness, and always played his pranks upon disorderly or slevenly folk. Woo! said he. Here's a chance! What a supper I'll get now! And he jumped onto a chair and glanced to the table, but so quietly that the large black cat with four white paws called Muff, because she was so fat and soft in her fur so long, who sat dozing in front of the fire, just opened an eye, and went to sleep again. She had tried to get her nose into the milk jug, but it was too small, and the junkendish was too deep for her to reach, except with one paw. She didn't care much for bread and cheese and apple pudding, and was very well fed besides, so, after just wandering round the table, she had jumped down from it again, and settled herself to sleep on the hearth. But Brownie had no notion of going to sleep. He wanted his supper, and, oh, what a supper he did eat! First one thing, and then another, and then trying everything all over again, and, oh, what a lot he drank, first milk, and then cider, and then mix the two together in a way that would have disagreed with anybody except to Brownie. As it was, he was obliged to slacken his belt several times, and, at last, took it off altogether. But he must have had a most extraordinary capacity for eating and drinking, since, after he had nearly cleared the table, he was just as lively as ever, and began jumping around on the table as if he had no supper at all. Now jumping was a little awkward, for there happened to be a clean white tablecloth, as this was only Monday. But it had no time to get dirty and tidy as the cook was. And you know Brownie lived in a coal cellar, and his feet were black with running about in coal dust, so wherever he trod, he left the impression behind, until at last the whole tablecloth was covered with black marks. Not that he minded this, in fact, he took great pains to make the cloth as dirty as possible, and then laughing loudly, oh, leaped onto the hearth, and began teasing the cat, squeaking like a mouse or chirping like a cricket, or buzzing like a fly, and altogether disturbing poor Pussy's mind so much, that she went and hid herself in the farthest corner, and left him in the hearth all to himself, where he lay at ease till daybreak. Then, hearing a slight noise overhead, which might be the servants getting up, he jumped onto the table again, gobbled up the few remaining crumbs for his breakfast, and scampered off to his coal cellar, where he hid himself under his big colon, fell asleep for the day. Well, the cook came downstairs rather earlier than usual, for she remembered she had to clear off the remains of supper, but, lo and behold, there was nothing left to clear. Every bit of food was eaten up, the cheese looked as if a dozen mice had been nibbling at it, and nibbled it down to the very rind. The milk and cider were all drunk, and mice didn't care for milk and cider, you know. As for the apple pudding, it had vanished altogether, and the dish was looked as clean as if Boxer the yard dog had been at it in his hungriest mood. And my white tablecloth—oh, my clean white tablecloth, what can have been done to it? cried she in amazement, for it was all over, little black footmarks just the size of a baby's foot, only babies didn't wear shoes with nails in them, and don't run about and climb on kitchen tables after all the family have gone to bed. Cook was a little frightened, but her fright changed to anger when she saw the large black cat stretched comfortably on the hearth. Poor Moth had crept there for a little snooze after brownie went away. You nasty cat, I see it all now! It's you that have eaten up all the supper! It's you that have been on my clean tablecloth with your dirty paws! They were white paws, and as clean as possible, but Cook never thought of that, any more than she did of the fact that cats don't usually drink cider or eat apple pudding. I'll teach you to come stealing food in this way! Take that, and that, and that! Cook got hold of a broom and beat poor Pussy to the creature ran meowing away. She couldn't speak, you know, unfortunate cat, and tell people that it was brownie who had done it all. Next night Cook thought she would make all safe and sure, so instead of letting the cat sleep by the fire, she shut her up in the chilly coal cellar, locked the door, put the key in her pocket, and went off to bed, leaving the supper as before. When brownie woke up and looked out of his hole, there was as usual no supper for him, and the cellar was closed shut. He peered about to try and find some cranny under the door to creep out at, but there was none, and he felt so hungry that he could almost have eaten the cat, who kept walking to and fro in a melancholy manner. Only she was alive, and he couldn't well eat her alive. Besides, he knew she was old, and had an idea she might be tough, so he merely said politely, How do you do, Miss Pussy? To which she answered nothing, of course. Something must be done, and luckily brownies can do things which nobody else can do. So he thought he would change himself into a mouse, and gnaw a hole through the door, but that he suddenly remembered the cat, who, though he had decided not to eat her, might take this opportunity of eating him. So he thought it advisable to wait till she was fast asleep, which did not happen for a good while. At length, quite tired with walking about, Pussy turned around on her tail six times, curled down in the corner, and fell fast asleep. Immediately brownie changed himself into the smallest mouse possible, and taken care not to make the least noise, gnaw a hole in the door, and squeezed himself through immediately turning into his proper shape again for fear of accidents. The kitchen fire was at its last glimmer, but showed a better supper than even last night, for the cook had had friends with her, a brother and two cousins, and they had been exceedingly merry. The food they had left behind was enough for three brownies at least, but this one managed to eat it all up. Only once, in trying to cut a great slice of beef, he let the carving knife and fork fall with such a clatter that tiny the terrier, who was tied up at the foot of the stairs, began to bark furiously. However, he brought her her puppy, which had been left in a basket in the corner of the kitchen, and so succeeded in quieting her. After that he enjoyed himself amazingly, and made more marks than ever on the white tablecloth, for he began jumping around like a peon or trencher in order to make his particularly large supper agree with him. Then, in the absence of the cat, he teased the puppy for an hour or two, till, hearing the clock strike five, he thought it was as well to turn into a mouse again and creep back cautiously into his cellar. He was only just in time, for Muff opened one eye, and was just going to pounce upon him when he changed himself back into a brownie. She was so startled that she bounded away her tail growing into twice its natural size, and her eyes gleaming like round green globes. But brownie only said, ha, ha, ho, and walked deliberately into his hole. When Cook came downstairs and saw that the same thing had happened again, that the supper was all eaten and the tablecloth blacker than ever with the extraordinary footmarks she was greatly puzzled. Who could have done it at all? Not the cat, who came mewing out of the goal cellar the minute she unlocked the door. Possibly a rat, but then what a rat have come within the reach of Tiny. It must have been Tiny herself or her puppy, which just came rolling out of its basket over to Cook's feet. You little wretch, you and your mother are the greatest nuisance imaginable. I'll punish you. Quite forgetting that Tiny had been safely tied up all night, and that her poor little puppy was so fat and helpless it could scarcely stand on its legs. To say nothing of jumping on the chairs and tables, she gave them both such a thrashing that they ran howling together out of the kitchen door, where the behind little kitchen maid took them up in her arms. You ought to have beaten the brownie. If you could catch him, she said in a whisper, he'll do it again and again, you'll see, for he can't bear an untidy kitchen. You'd better do as poor old Cook did and clear the supper things away and put the odds and ends safe in the larder also, she added mysteriously. If I were you, I'd put a bowl of milk behind the goal cellar door. Nonsense! answered the young Cook and flounced away. But afterwards she thought better of it and did as she was advised, grumbling all the time but doing it. Next morning the milk was gone. Perhaps brownie had drunk it up. Anyhow nobody could say that he hadn't. As for the supper, Cook, having safely laid it on the shelves of the larder, nobody touched it, and the tablecloth which was wrapped up tightly and put in the dresser drawer came out as clean as ever with not a single black footmark upon it. No mischief being done, the cat and the dog both escaped beating and brownie played no more tricks with anybody till the next time. End of adventure. Recorded by Ankela. Adventure the second of the Adventures of a Brownie. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Ankela. Adventures of a Brownie. As told to my child by Miss Mullick. Adventure the second, brownie, and the cherry tree. The next time was quick and coming, which was not wonderful considering there was a brownie in the house. Otherwise the house was like most other houses and the family like most other families. The children also, they were sometimes good, sometimes naughty, like other children. But on the whole they deserved to have the pleasure of a brownie to play with them as they declared he did many and many a time. A favorite play place was the orchard where grew the biggest cherry tree you ever saw. They called it their castle because it rose up ten feet from the ground in one thick stem and then branched out into a circle of boughs with a flat place in the middle where two or three children could sit at once. There they often did sit turn by turn or one at a time, sometimes with a book reading, and the biggest boy made a sort of rope ladder by which they could climb up and down, which they did all winter and enjoyed their castle very much. But one day in spring they found their ladder cut away. The gardener had done it, saying it injured the tree, which was just coming into blossom. Now this gardener was a rather gruff man with a growling voice. He did not mean to be unkind, but he disliked children. She said they bothered him, but when they complained to their mother about the ladder she agreed with gardener that the tree must not be injured as it bore the biggest cherries in all the neighborhood so big that the old saying of taking two bites at a cherry came really true. Wait till the cherries are ripe, she said, and so the little people waited and watched it through its leafing and blossoming such sheets of blossom white as snow till the fruit began to show and grew large and red on every bow. At last one morning the mother said, children, should you like to help gather the cherries today? Hurrah! they cried, and not a day too soon, for we saw a flock of starlings in the next fields, and if we don't clear the tree they will. Very well, clear it then. Only mind and fill my basket quite full for preserving. What is over you may eat if you like. Thank you, thank you. When the children were eager to be off, but the mother stopped them till she could get the gardener and his ladder, for it is he must climb the tree, not you, and you must do exactly as he tells you, and he will stop with you all the time and see that you don't come to harm. This was no slight cloud on the children's happiness, and they begged hard to go alone. Please might we, we will be so good. The mother shook her head. All the goodness in the world would not help them if they tumbled off the tree, or eat themselves sick with cherries. You would not be safe, and I should be so unhappy. To make mother unhappy was the worst rebuke possible to these children, so they choked down their disappointment, and followed the gardener as he walked on ahead carrying his ladder on his shoulder. He looked very cross, and as if he did not like the children's company at all. They were pretty good on the whole, though they chattered a good deal. But gardener said not a word to them all the way to the orchard. When they reached it, he just told them to keep out of his way and not worryt him, which they politely promised, saying among themselves that they should not enjoy their cherry-gathering at all. But children who make the best of things, and try to be as good as they can, sometimes have fun unawares. When the gardener was steadying his ladder against the trunk of the cherry-tree, there was suddenly heard the barking of a dog, a very fierce dog, too. First it seemed close beside them, in the flower garden, then in the fall-yard. Gardener dropped the ladder out of his hands. It's that boxer! He has got loose again! He will be running after my chickens and dragging his broken chain all over my borders. And he is so fierce and so delighted to get free, he will bite anybody who ties him up except me. Hadn't you better go and see after him? Gardener thought it was the eldest boy who spoke, and turned round angrily, but the little fellow had never opened his lips. Here there was heard a still-louder bark, and from a quite different part of the garden. There he is, I'm sure of it, jumping over my bedding out plants and breaking my cucumber frame's abominable beast. Just let me catch him. Off Gardener darted in a violent passion, throwing the ladder down upon the grass and forgetting all about the cherries and the children. The instant he was gone, a shrill laugh, loud and merry, was heard close by, and a little brown old man's face peeped from behind the cherry tree. How do ye? Boxer was me, didn't I, Berkwell? Now I'm come to play with you. The children clapped their hands, for they knew they were going to have some fun if Brownie was there. He was the best little play-fellow in the world, and then they had him all to themselves. Nobody ever saw him except the children. Come on! cried he, in his shrill little voice, half like an old man's, half like a baby's. Who'll begin to gather the cherries? They all looked blank, for the tree was so high to where the branches sprung, and besides, their mother had said they were not to climb, and the ladder lay flat upon the grass, far too heavy for little hands to move. What! You big boys don't expect a poor little fellow like me to lift the ladder all by myself. Try! I'll help you. Whether he helped or not, no sooner had they taken hold of the ladder than it rose up, almost of its own accord, and fixed itself quite safely against the tree. But we must not climb, mother told us not, said the boys ruefully. Mother said we were to stand at the bottom and pick up the cherries. Very well. Obey your mother. I'll just run up the tree myself. Before the words were out of his mouth, Brownie had darted up the ladder like a monkey and disappeared among the fruit-laden branches. The children looked dismayed for a moment, till they saw a merry brown face peeping out from the green leaves at the very top of the tree. Biggest fruit always grows highest, cried the Brownie. Stand in a row, all you children. Little boys hold out your caps. Little girls make a bag of your pinafores. Open your mouths and shut your eyes and see what the queen will send you. They laughed and did as they were told. Whereupon they were drowned in a shower of cherries. Cherries falling like hailstones, hitting them on their heads, their cheeks, their noses, filling their caps and pinafores, then rolling and tumbling on through the grass, till it was strewn thick as leaves in autumn with the rosy fruit. What a glorious scramble they had, these three little boys and three little girls, how they laughed and jumped and knocked heads together in picking up the cherries, yet never quarreled, for there were such heaps it would have been ridiculous to squabble over them. And besides, whenever they began to quarrel, Brownie always ran away. Now, he was the merriest of the lot, ran up and down the tree like a cat, helping to pick up the cherries, and was first-rate at filling the large market basket. We were to eat as many as we liked, only we must first fill the basket, conscientiously said the eldest girl, upon which they all set to at once, and filled it to the brim. Now we'll have a dinner party, cried the Brownie, and squatted down like a turk, crossing his queer little legs and sticking his elbows upon his knees in a way that nobody but a Brownie could manage. Sit in a ring, sit in a ring, and we'll see who can eat the fastest. The children obeyed. How many cherries they devoured and how fast they did it passes my capacity of telling. I only hoped that they were not ill the next day, and that all the cherry stones they swallowed by mistake did not disagree with them. But perhaps nothing does disagree with one when one dines with a Brownie. They ate so much, laughing in equal proportion, that they had quite forgotten the gardener, when they heard him clicking angrily the orchard gate, and talking to himself as he walked through. That nasty dog hunted him, I thought, from one end of the garden to the other. Now for the cherries and the children. Bless us. Where are the children and the cherries? Why, the tree is as bare as a blackthorn in February. The starlings have been at it after all, oh dear, oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, echoed a voice from behind the tree, followed by shouts of mocking laughter. Not from the children. They sat as demure as possible, all in a ring, with their hands before them, and in the center, the huge basket of cherries, piled as full as it could possibly hold. But the Brownie had disappeared. You naughty brats, I'll have you punished, cried the gardener, furious at the laughter, for he never laughed himself. But as there was nothing wrong, the cherries being gathered, a very large crop, and the latter found safe in its place. It was difficult to say what had been the harm done, and who had done it. So he went growling back to the house, carrying the cherries to the mistress, who coaxed him into good temper again, as she sometimes did, bidding also the children to behave well to him, since he was an old man, and not really bad, only cross. As for the little folks, she had not the slightest intention of punishing them. And as for Brownie, it was impossible to catch him, so nobody was punished at all. Adventure of a Brownie This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Ted Nugent. Which was a place where he did not often go, for he preferred being warm and snug in the house. But when he felt himself ill-used, he would wander anywhere, in order to play tricks upon those whom he thought had done him harm. For being only a Brownie and not a man, he did not understand that the best way to revenge yourself upon your enemies is either to let them alone or to pay them back good for evil. It disappoints them so much and makes them so exceedingly ashamed of themselves. One day, Brownie overheard the gardener advising the cook to put sour milk into his bowl at night instead of sweet. He'd never find down the difference, no more than the pigs do. Indeed, it's my belief that the pig or dog or something empties the bowl and not a Brownie at all. It's just clean waste, that's what I say. Then you better hold your tongue and mind your own business, return the cook, who was the sharp temper, and would not stand being mended with. She began to abuse the gardener soundly, but his wife, who was standing by, took his part as she always did when any third parties called it him. So they all squabbled together till Brownie, hit under his call, put his little hands over his little ears. Dear me, what a noise these mortal do make when they quarrel. They quite deafen me, I must teach them better manners. But when the cook slammed the door to and left gardeners and his wife alone, they too began to dispute between themselves. You make such a fuss over your nasty pigs and get all the scraps for them, said the wife. It's of much more importance that I should have everything cook and spare for my chickens. Never were such fine chickens as my last brood. I thought they were ducklings. How you catch me up, you rude old men. They are ducklings and beauties too, even though they have never seen water. What is the porn you promise to make for me, I wonder. Abish, woman, if my cows do without a porn, your ducklings may. And why will you be so silly as to rear ducklings at all? Fine fat chickens are a deal better. You'll find out your mistake someday. And so will you, when that old ordinary runs dry. You wish you had taken my advice and fattened and sold her. Many cows world sell for fattening, and women's advice is never worth toughens. Yours isn't worth even a haypony. What are you laughing at? I wasn't laughing, said the wife angrily, and in truth it was nausea but little brownie running under the barrel, which the gardener was willing along and very much amused that people would be so silly as to squabble about nothing. It was still early morning. For whatever this old couple's faults might be, laziness was not one of them. The wife rose with the dawn to feed her poultry and collect her eggs. The husband also got through as much work by breakfast time as many an idle man does by noon, but brownie had been beforehand with them this day. And all the fowls came running to be fed. The big brammer hen who had hatched the duckling was seen wondering furloughly about and clucking mournfully for her young brood. She could not find them anywhere. Had she been able to speak, she might have told how a large white elspary duck had waddled into the farmyard and waddened out again, coaxing them after her. No doubt in search of a pond. But missing they were more certainly. Cluck, cluck, cluck, mourn the miserable hen mother, and oh my ducklings, my ducklings, cried the gardener's wife. Who can have carried off my beautiful ducklings? Rats maybe, said the gardener cruelly as he walked away, and as he went, he heard the squeak of a rat below his willow. But he could not catch it any more than his wife could catch the elspary duck. Of course not, both were the brownie. Just at this moment, the six little people came running into the farmyard. When they had been particularly good, they were sometimes allowed to go with the gardener a milking, each carrying his or her own mug for a drink of milk, warm from the cow. This campered after him a noisy tribe, begging to be taken down to the field and holding out their six mugs intimately. What, six cups fulls of milk when I haven't got the drop to spare, and cook is always wanting more? Ridiculous nonsense. Get along with you. You may come to the field, I can't hinder that, but you will get no milk this day. Take your mugs back again to the kitchen. The poor little fox met the best of a bad business and obey, then followed gardener down to the field rather dollfully. But it was such a beautiful morning that they soon recovered their spirits. The crush on would do like a sheet of diamonds. The clover smelled so sweet, and the two skylucks were singing at one another, high up in the sky. Several rabbits darted past to their great amusement, especially one very large rabbit, brown, not gray, which dodged them in and out, and once nearly threw gardener down, pale and all by running across his feet, which set them all laughing till they came where dolly the cow lay, chewing the cut under a large oak tree. It was great fun to stir her up as usual, and lie down one after the other in the place where she had lain all night long, making the grass flat and warm and perfumed me with her sweet breath. She let them do it and then stood meekly by, for dolly was the gentlest cow in the world. But this morning something strange seemed to possess her. She all together refused to be milked, kicked, plung, tossed over the pail, which was luckily empty. Bless the cow, what's wrong with her? It's surely you, Chinran's faunt, stand up, the whole lot of you. So dolly, good dolly! But dolly was anything but good, she stood, switching her tail and looking as salvaged as so might an animal possibly could look. It's all you're doing, you naughty Chinran! You've been playing her some trick, I know, cried the gardener in great wrath. They assured him they had done nothing, and indeed they looked as quiet as mice and as innocent as lambs. At length the biggest boy pointed out a large wasp which had settled in dolly's ear. That accounts for everything, said the gardener. But it did not meant everything, for when he tried to drive it away it kept coming back and back and buzzing round his own head and the counts with the voice that the Chinran thought was less like the bus of a wasp than the sound of a person laughing. At length it frightened dolly to such an extent that with one wide bound she darted right away and galloped off to the further end of the field. I'll get a rope and tie her legs together, cried the gardener fiercely. She shall repent giving me all this trouble that she shall. Ha, ha, ha, laughed somebody. The gardener thought it was the Chinran and gave one of them an angry cough as he walked away. But they knew it was somebody else and were not at all surprised when the minute his back was turned dolly came walking quietly back led by a little wee brown man who scarcely reached up to her knees yet she let him guide her which he did as gently as possible though the string he held her by was no thicker than a spider web floating from one of her horns. So dolly, good dolly, cried brownie mimicking the gardener's voice. Now we shall see what we can do. I want my breakfast badly, don't you little folks? Of course they did, for the morning air made them very hungry. Very well, wait a bit though, all people should be served first, do you know? These signs I wanna go to bed. Go to bed in the daylight? The Chinran all laughed and then looked quite shy and sorry, least they might have seemed rude to the little brownie, but he liked fun and never took offence when none was meant. He placed himself on the milking stool which was so high that his little leg were dangling halfway down and milked and milked. Dolly's delving as still as possible till he had filled the whole pail. Most astonishing cow she gave as much as two cows and such delicious milk as it was, all frothing and yellow richer than even dolly's milk had ever been before. The Chinran's mouth worded for it, but not the word said they. Even when, instead of giving it to them, brownie put his own mouth into the pail and drank and drank till it seemed as if they were never going to stop, but it was decidedly a relief to them when he popped his head up again and low. The pail was as full as ever. Now little ones, now's your turn, where are your marks? All answered morpherly. We've got none. Gardener may just take them back again. Never mind, all right? Gather me half a dozen of the biggest buttercups you can find. What nonsense, thought the Chinran, but they didn't. Brownie laid the flowers in a row upon the elder's girl's lap, blew upon them one by one, and each turned into the most beautiful golden cup that ever was seen. Now then, everyone took his own mug and I'll fill it. He milled away, each eye caught a drink, and then the cups were filled again. And all the while, dolly stood as quiet as possible, looking benignly round as if she would be happy to supply milk to the whole parish if the brownie desired it. So dolly, thank you dolly, said he again, mimicking the gardener's voice, half-growing, half-coxing. And while he spoke, the real voice was heard behind the hedge. There was a sound, as of a great wasp flying away, which made dolly prick up her ears and look as if the old savage niece were coming back upon her. The Chinran snatched up their mugs, but there was no need, they had all turned into the buttercups again. Gardener jumped over the style, as crossed as two sticks, with an old drop in his hand. Oh, what a bother I've had, breakfast ready and no milk yet, and such a row as they are making over the last ducklings. Stand back, you Chinran, and don't hinder me a minute. No use begging, not the drop of milk shall you get. Hello dolly, quiet, old girl. Quiet enough she was this time, but you might as well have milked the plastic cow in a London mill shop. Not one ringing drop resulted against the empty pail. For when they pipped in, the Chinran saw to their amazement that it was empty. The creatures bewitched, cried the gardener in a great fury. Or else somebody had milked her dry already. Have you done it, or you? He asked each of the Chinran. They might have said no, which was the literal truth. But then it would not have been the whole truth, for they knew quite well that dolly had been milked, and also who had done it. And their mother had always taught them that to make a person believe a lie is nearly as bad as telling him one. Yet, still they did not like to betray the kind little brownie. Greatly puzzled, they hung their heads and said nothing. Look in your pale again, cried a voice from the other side of dolly. And there at the bottom was just the usual quantity of milk, no more and no less. The gardener was very much astonished. It must be the brownie, muttered he in the frightened tone. And, taking off his hat, thank you, sir, said he to Mr. Nobody, at which the Chinran all bust out laughing. But they kept their own counsel, and he was afraid to ask them any more questions. By and by, his fry were off a little. I only hope the milk is good milk, and will poison nobody, said he, sun-killy. However, that's not my affair. You, Chinran, had better tell your mother all about it. I laughed her in the farmyard in a pretty state of mind about her ducklings. Perhaps brownie heard this, and was sorry. For he liked the Chinran's mother, who had always been kind to him. Besides, he never did anybody harm who did not deserve it. And though, being a brownie, he could hardly be said to have a conscience. He had something which stood in the place of one, a liking to see people happy, rather than miserable. So instead of going to bed under his call for the day, when, after breakfast, the Chinran and their mother came out to look at the new brood of chickens. He crapped after them, and hid behind the hand-coupe where the old mother was put with her young ones around her. There had been great difficulty in getting her in there, for she was a hen who hatched her brood on independent principles. Instead of sitting upon the nice nest that the gardener made for her, she had twice gone into the little wood close by and made the nest for herself which nobody could ever find, and where she hest in secret, coming every second day to be fed and then vanishing again till at last she reappeared in triumph with her chickens running after her. The first brood, there had been twelve, but of these there were fourteen, all from her own eggs of course, and she was uncommonly proud of them. So was the gardener, so was the mistreats who liked all young things. Such a picture as they were, fourteen soft yellow fluffy things running about after their mother. It had been the most troublesome business to catch, first her and then them to put them under the coop. The old hen resisted and packed furiously at gardener's legs, and the children ran about in frantic terror chirping widely in answer to her clocking. At last, however, the little family was safe in shelter, and the chickens counted over to see that none had been lost in scuffle. How funny they were, looking so innocent and yes, so wise, as chickens do, peering out of the world from under their mother's wing or hopping over her back or snuggled all together under her breast so that nothing was seen out of them but a mass of yellow legs like a great centipede. How happy the old hen is, said the children's mother, looking on and then looking compassionately at the other felon old hen who had hatched the ducklings and kept wondering about the farmyard clocking miserably. Those poor ducklings, what can have become of them? If rats have killed them, we should have found feathers or something, and weasels would have sucked their brains and left them. They must have been stolen or wandered away and died of cold and hunger. My poor ducklings! The mistress sighed, for she could not bear any living thing to suffer, and the children nearly cried out the thought of what might be happening to their pretty ducklings. That very minute, a little wee brown face peered through a hole in the hen coop, making the old mother hen fly furiously at it as she did at the slight shadow of an enemy to her little ones. However, no harm happened. Only a guinea ful suddenly ran across the farmyard screaming in its usual harsh voice. But it was not the usual sort of guinea ful being larger and handsomer than any of theirs. Oh, what a beauty of a creature! How did it ever come into our farmyard? cried the delighted children and started off after it to catch it if possible. But they ran and ran through the gate, and out into the lane, and the guinea fuls didn't run on before them until turning round a corner, they lost sight of it, and immediately saw something else equally curious. Sitting on top of a big fishel, so big that he must have had to climb it just like a tree, was the brownie. His legs were crossed and his arms too. His little brown cap was stuck knowingly on one side and he was laughing heartily. How do you do? Here I am again. I thought I wouldn't go too bad after all. Shall I help you to find the ducklings? Very well, come along. They crossed the field, brownie running beside them, and as fast as they could, though he looked such an old man, and sometime turning over on legs and arms like a Catherine will, which they tried to imitate, but generally felt and only bruised their fingers and noses. He looked them on and on till they came to the wood and to a green path in it, which, while as they knew the neighborhood, none of the children had ever seen before. It led to a most beautiful point as clear as crystal and as blue as the sky. Last trees grew rounded, dipping their branches in the water as if they were looking at themselves in a class, and all around their roots were quantity of primroses, the biggest primroses the little girl had ever seen. Down they dropped on their fat knees, squashing down more primroses than they gathered, though they tried to gather them all and the smallest giant even began to cry because her hands were so full that the flowers dropped through her fingers. But the boys, older and more practicals, rather despite primroses, I thought we had come to look for ducklings, said the eldest mother is fretting dreadfully about her ducklings. Where can they be? Shut your eyes and you will see, said the brownie, at which they all laughed but did it. And when they opened their eyes again, what should they behold but a whole fleet of ducklings sailing out from the roots of an old willow tree, one after the other, looking as fat and content as possible and swimming as naturally as if they had lived on a pond and these particular pond all their days. Count them, said the brownie, the whole ate, quiet curate and try to catch them if you can. Easier said than done, the boys had to work with great satisfaction. Boys do so enjoy hunting something. They coaxed them, they shouted at them, they threw little sticks at them. But as soon as they wanted them to go one way, the fleet of ducklings immediately turned round and sailed another way, doing so deliberately and majestically that the children could not help laughing. As for little brownie, he sat on a branch of a willow tree with his legs dangling down to the surface of the pond, kicking at the water spiders and grinning with all his might. At length, quiet, tired out, in spite of their fun, the children begged for his help and he took compassion on them. Turn round three times and see what you can find, shouted he. Immediately, each little boy found in his arms and each little girl in her pinnacle of fine fat duckling. And there being eight of them, the two under children had each a couple, they were rather cold and damp and slightly uncomfortable to cuddle, ducks not being used to cuddling, poor things. They struggled hard to get the way, but the children hugged them tight and ran as fast as their legs could carry them through the wood, forgetting in their joy even to say thank you to the little brownie. When they reached their mother, she was as glad as they for she never thought to see her ducklings again and to have them back all alive and uninjured and watched them running into the old hand who received them with an ecstasy of delight. It was so exciting that nobody thought of asking a single question as to where they had been found. When the mother did ask, the children told her all about brownies taking them into a beautiful pond it was, how green the trees were rounded and how large the brim roses grew. They never tired of talking about it and seeking for it. But the odd thing was, thus sick as they might, they never could find it again. Many a day did the little people roam about one by one or altogether round the wood and across the wood and up and down the wood often getting themselves sadly draggled with mud and torn with brambles. But the beautiful pond they never found again. Nor did the ducklings, I suppose, for they wandered no more from the farm yard to the old mother hand's great content. They grew up into fat and respectable ducks five white ones and three gray ones waddling about, very content. Though they never saw water except the tank which was place for them to puddle in. They lived a lazy, peaceful, pleasant life for a long time and were at last killed and eaten with green peas one after the other to the family's great satisfaction if not to their own. End of Adventure the Third Adventure the Fourth of Adventures of a Brownie This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Allison Chapracchi The Adventures of a Brownie by Miss Mulock Adventure the Fourth, Brownie's Ride For the little Brownie, though not given to horsemanship did once take a ride and a very remarkable one it was. Shall I tell you all about it? The six little children got a present of something they had longed for all their lives a pony, not a rocking horse but a real live pony a Shetland pony too which had traveled all the way from the Shetland Isles to Devonshire where everybody wondered at it for such a creature had not been seen in the neighborhood for years and years. She was no bigger than a donkey and her coat instead of being smooth like a horse was shaggy like a young bear's she had a long tail which had never been cut and such a deal of hair in her mane and over her eyes that it gave her quite a fierce countenance in fact among the mild and tame Devonshire beasts the little Shetland pony looked almost like a wild animal but in reality she was the gentlest creature in the world before she had been many days with them she began to know the children quite well followed them about ate corn out of the bowl they held out to her nay one day when the eldest little girl offered her bread and butter she stooped her head and took it from the child's hand just like a young lady indeed Jess that was her name was altogether so ladylike in her behavior that more than once Cook allowed her to walk in at the back door where she stood politely warming her nose at the kitchen fire for a minute or two then turned round and as politely walked out again but she never did any mischief and was so quiet and gentle a creature that she bade fair soon to become as great a pet in the household as the dog the cat the kittens the puppies the fowls the ducks the cow the pig and all the other members of the family the only one who disliked her and grumbled at her was the Gardner this was odd because though crossed to children the old man was kind to dumb beasts even his pig knew his voice and grunted and held out his nose to be scratched and he always gave each successive pig a name Jack or Dick and called them by it and was quite affectionate to them one after the other until the very day that they were killed but they were English pigs and the pony was Scotch and the Devonshire Gardner hated everything Scotch he said because he was not used to Groom's work and the pony required such a deal of grooming on account of her long hair more than once Gardner threatened to clip it short and turn her into a regular English pony but the children are in such distress at this that the mistress and mother forbade any such spoiling of Jess's personal appearance at length to keep things smooth and to avoid the rough words and even blows which poor Jess sometimes got they sought in the village for a boy to look after her and found a great rough, shock-headed lad named Bill who for a few shillings a week consented to come up every morning and learn the beginning of a Groom's business hoping to end as his mother said he should in sitting like the squire's fat coachman as broad as he was long on top of the hammercloth of a grand carriage and do nothing all day but drive a pair of horses as stout as himself a few miles along the road and back again Bill would have liked this very much he thought if he could have been a coachman all at once for if there was one thing he disliked it was work he much preferred to lie in the sun all day and do nothing he only agreed to come and take care of Jess because she was such a very little pony that looking after her seemed next door to doing nothing but when he tried it he found his mistake true Jess was a very gentle beast so quiet that the old mother hen with her fourteen chicks used instead of roosting with the rest of the vows to come regularly into the portion of the cowshed which was partitioned off for a stable and settle under a corner of Jess's manger for the night and in the morning the chicks would be seen running about fearlessly among her feet and under her very nose but for all that she required a little management for she did not like her long hair to be roughly handled it took a long time to clean her and though she did not scream out like some silly little children when her hair was combed I am afraid she sometimes kicked and bounced about giving Bill a deal of trouble all the more trouble the more impatient Bill was and then he had to keep within call for the children wanted their pony at all hours she was their own a special property and they insisted upon learning to ride even before they got a saddle hard work it was to stick on Jess's bare back but by degrees the boys did it turn and turn about and even gave their sisters a turn too a very little one just once around the field and back again which was quite enough they considered for girls but they were very kind to their little sisters held them on so that they could not fall and led Jess carefully and quietly and altogether behaved as elder brothers should nor did they squabble very much among themselves though sometimes it was rather difficult to keep their turns all fair and remember accurately which was which but they did their best being on the whole extremely good children and they were so happy to have their pony they would have been ashamed to quarrel over her also one very curious thing kept them on their good behavior whenever they did begin to misconduct themselves to want to ride out of their turns or to domineer over one another or the boys joining together tried to domineer over the girls as I grieve to say boys not seldom do they used to hear in the air right over their heads the crack of an unseen whip it was none of theirs where they had not got a whip that was a velocity which their father had promised when they all could ride like young gentlemen and ladies but there was no missing sound indeed it always startled Jess so that she set off galloping and could not be caught again for many minutes this happened several times until one of them said perhaps it's the brownie whether it was or was not it made them behave better for a good while till one unfortunate day the two eldest began contending which should ride foremost and which hind most on Jess's back when Crick Crack went the whip in the air frightening the pony so much that she kicked up her heels tossed both the boys over her head and scampered off followed by a loud ha ha ha it certainly did not come from the two boys who had fallen quite safely but rather unpleasantly into a large nettle bed once they crawled out rubbing their arms and legs and looking too much ashamed to complain but they were rather frightened at a little cross for Jess took a skittish fit and refused to be caught and mounted again till the bell rang for school when she grew as meek as possible too late for the children were obliged to run indoors no more rides for the whole day Jess was from this incident supposed to be on the same friendly terms with Brownie as were the rest of the household indeed when she came the children had taken care to lead her up the coal cellar door and introduce her properly for they knew Brownie was very jealous of strangers and often played them tricks but after that piece of civility he would be sure they thought to take her under his protection and sometimes when the little Shetlander was restless and pricked up her ears looking preternaturally wise under those shaggy brows of hers the children used to say to one another perhaps she sees the Brownie whether she did or not Jess sometimes seemed to see a good deal that others did not see and was apparently a favorite with the Brownie for she grew and thrived so much that she soon became the pride and delight of the children of the whole family you would hardly have known her for the rough, shaggy half-starved little beast that had arrived a few weeks before her coat was so silky her limbs so graceful and her head so full of intelligence that everybody admired her then even Gardner began to admire her too I think I'll get upon her back it will save me walking down to the village said he one day and she actually carried him though as his feet nearly touched the ground it looked as if the man were carrying the pony and not the pony the man and the children laughed so immoderately that he never tried it afterwards nor Bill neither though he had once thought he should like a ride and got a stride on Jess but she quickly ducked her head down and he tumbled over it eventually she had her own taste says to her writers and much preferred the little people to big ones pretty Jess when cantering around the paddock with the young folk she really was quite a picture and when at last she got a saddle a new beautiful saddle with a pommel to take off and on so as to suit both boys and girls how proud they all were, Jess included that day they were allowed to take her into the market town Gardner leading her as Bill could not be trusted and everybody, even the blacksmith who hoped by and by to have the pleasure of shoeing her said what a beautiful pony she was after this Gardner treated Jess a great deal better and showed Bill how to groom her and he kept him close at it too which Bill did not like at all he was a very lazy lad and whenever he could shirk work he did it and many a time when the children wanted Jess either there was nobody to saddle her or she had not been properly groomed or Bill was away at his dinner and they had to wait till he came back and could put her in order to be taken out for a ride like a genteel animal which I am afraid neither pony nor children enjoyed half so much as the old ways before Bill came still they were gradually becoming excellent little horsemen and horsewomen even the youngest, only four years old whom all the rest were very tender over and who was often held on Jess's back and given a ride out of her turn because she was such a good little girl and never cried for it and seldomer and seldomer was heard the mysterious sound of a whip in the air which warned them of quarreling brownie hated quarreling in fact their only trouble was Bill who never came to his work in time and never did things when wanted and was ill-natured, lazy and crossed to the children so that they disliked him very much I wish the brownie would punish you, said one of the boys he'd behave better than the brownie cried Bill contemptuously if I caught him I'd kick him up in the air like this and he kicked up his cap his only cap it was which, strange to relate, flew right up, ever so high and lodged at the very top of a tree which overhung the stable where it dangled for weeks and weeks during which time poor Bill had to go bare-headed he was very much vexed and revenged himself by vexing on the children in all sorts of ways they would have told their mother and asked her to send Bill away only she had a great many anxieties just then for their dear old grandmother was very ill and they did not like to make a fuss about anything that would trouble her so Bill stayed on and nobody found out what a bad, ill-natured, lazy boy he was but one day the mother was sent for suddenly not knowing when she should be able to come home again she was very sad and so were the children where they loved their grandmother and as the carriage drove off they all stood crying around the front door forever so long the servants even cried too all but Bill it's an ill wind that blows nobody good, said he what a jolly time I shall have I'll do nothing all day long those troublesome children shan't have just to ride I'll keep her in the stable and then she won't get dirty and I shall have no trouble in cleaning her hurrah, what fun he put his hands in his pockets and sat whistling the best part of the afternoon the children had been so unhappy that for the day they quite forgot Jess but the next morning after lessons were over they came begging for a ride you can't get one the stable doors locked and I've lost the key he had it in his pocket all the time how was poor Jess to get her dinner? cried a thoughtful little girl oh how hungry she will be and the child was quite in distress as were the two other girls but the boys were more angry than sorry it was very stupid of you Bill to lose the key look about and find it break open the door I won't said Bill I dare say the key will turn up before night and if it doesn't who cares you get writing enough and too much I'll not bother myself about it or Jess either and Bill sauntered away he was a big fellow and the little lads were rather afraid of him but as he walked he could not keep his hand out of his trousers pocket where the key felt growing heavier and heavier till he expected it every minute to tumble through and come out of his boots convicting him before all the children of having told a lie nobody was in the habit of telling lies to them so they never suspected him but went innocently searching about for the key Bill all the while clutching it fast but every time he touched it he felt his fingers pinched as if there were a cockroach in his pocket or a little lobster or something anyhow that had claws at last fairly frightened he made an excuse to go into the cow shed took the key out of his pocket and looked at it and finally hid it in a corner of the manger among the hay as he did so he heard a most extraordinary laugh which was certainly not from Dolly the cow and as he went out of the shed he felt the same sort of pinch at his ankles which made him so angry that he kept striking with his whip in all directions but hit nobody nobody was there but Jess who as soon as she heard the children's voice had set up a most melancholy winning behind the locked stable door began to neigh energetically and boxer barked and the hens cackled and the guinea fowls cried come back come back in their usual insane fashion indeed the whole farm yard seemed in such an excited state that the children got frightened less gardener should scold them and ran away leaving bill master of the field what an idle day he had how he sat on the wall with his hands in his pockets and lounged upon the fence and sauntered around the garden at any length absolutely tired of doing nothing he went and talked to the gardener's wife while she was hanging out the clothes gardener had come down to the lower field with all the little folks after him so that he knew nothing of bill's idling or it might have come to an end by and by bill thought it was time to go home to his supper but first i'll give jess her corn said he double quantity and then i need not come back to give her breakfast so early in the morning saw you greedy beast i'll be at you presently if you don't stop that noise for jess at the sound of his footsteps was heard to winny in the most imploring manner enough to have melted a heart of stone the key where on earth did i put the key cried bill whose constant habit it was to lay things out of his hand and then forget where he had put them causing himself endless loss of time in searching for them as now at last he suddenly remembered the corner of the cow's manger where he had felt sure he left it but the key was not there you can't have eaten at you silly old cow said he striking dolly on the nose as she rubbed herself against him she was an infection at beast nor you you stupid old hen kicking the mother of the brood who with her 14 chicks began to shut out of their usual roosting place jess's stable kept pecking about under dolly's legs it can't have gone without hands of course it can't but most certainly the key was gone what in the world should bill do jess kept on making a pitiful complaining no wonder as she had not tasted food no wonder as she had not tasted food since morning it would have made any kindhearted person quite sad to see her thinking how exceedingly hungry the poor pony must be little did bill care for that or for anything except that he should be sure to get into trouble as soon as he was found out when he heard gardener coming into the farm yard with the children after him bill bolted over the wall like a flash of lightning and ran away home leaving poor jess to her fate all the way he seemed to hear at his heels a little dog helping and then a swarm of nets buzzing around his head and all together was so perplexed and bewildered that when he got into his mother's cottage he escaped into bed and pulled the blanket over his ears to shut out the noise of the dog in the nets which at last turned into a sound like somebody laughing it was not his mother she didn't often laugh poor soul bill bothered her quite too much for that he knew it dreadfully frightened he hid under the bed clothes determined to go to sleep and think about nothing till the next day meantime gardener returned with all the little people trooping after him he had been rather kinder to them than usual this day because he knew their mother had gone away in trouble and now he let them help him roll the gravel and fetched dolly up to be milked and watch him milk her in the cow shed where it being nearly winter she always spent the night now they were so well amused that they forgot all about their disappointment as to the ride and Jess did not remind them of it by her winning for as soon as bill was gone she grew quite silent at last one little girl the one who had cried over Jess's being left hungry remembered the poor pony and peeping through a crevice in the cow shed saw her stand contentedly munching in a large bowl full of corn so bill did find the key I'm very glad thought the kind little maiden and to make sure looked again when what do you think she beheld squatting on the manger something brown either a large brown rat or a small brown man but she held her tongue since being a very little girl people sometimes laughed at her for the strange things she saw she was quite certain that she did see them for all that so she and the rest of the children went indoors and to bed when they were fast asleep something happened something so curious that the youngest boy who thinking he had heard Jess name got up to look out was afraid to tell less T2 should be laughed at and went to bed immediately in the middle of the night a little old brown man carrying a lantern or at least having a light in his hand that looked like a lantern went and unlocked Jess's stable and patted her pretty head at first she started but soon she grew quiet and pleased and let him do what he chose with her he began rubbing her down making the same funny hissing with his mouth that Bill did and all grooms do I never could find out why but Jess evidently liked it and stood as good as possible isn't it nice to be clean said the wee man talking to her as if she were a human being or a brownie and I dare say your poor little legs ache with standing still so long shall we have a run together the moon shines bright in a clear cold night dear me I'm talking poetry but brownies are not poetical fairies quite commonplace end up to all sorts of work so while he talked he was saddling and bridling Jess she not objecting in the least finally he jumped on her back off said the stranger off off and away saying brownie mimicking a song of the cooks people in that house often heard their songs repeated in the oddest way from room to room everybody fancying it was somebody else that did it but it was only the brownie now a southerly wind in a cloudy sky proclaimed a hunting morning or night for it was the middle of the night though bright as day Jess galloped and the brownie sat on her back as merrily as if they had gone hunting together all their days such a steeple chase it was they cleared into the farm yard at a single bound and went flying down the road across the plowed field and into the wood then out into the open country and by and by into a dark muddy lane and oh how muddy the Devonshire lanes can be sometimes let's go into the water to wash ourselves said brownie and cooks Jess into a deep stream which she swam as bravely as possible she had not had such a frolic since she left her native Shetland Isles up the bank she scrambled her long hair dripping as if she had been a water dog instead of a pony brownie too shook himself like a rat or a beaver throwing a shower around him in all directions never mind added again my lass and he urged Jess into the water once more out she came wetter and brisker than ever and went back home through the lane in the wood in the plowed field galloping like the wind and tossing back her ears and mane and tail perfectly frantic with enjoyment but when she reached her stable the plight she was in would have driven any respectable groom frantic too her sides were white with foam and the mud was sticking all over her like a playster as for her beautiful long hair it was all caked together in a tangle as if all the combs in the world would never make it smooth again her mane especially was plated into knots which people in Devonshire call elf locks and say when they find them on their horses that it is because the fairies have been riding them certainly poor Jess had been pretty well ridden that night when just as the dawn began to break Gardner got up and looked into the farm yard his sharp eye cut side of the stable door wide open well done Bill shouted he up early at last one hour before breakfast was worth three after but no Bill was there only Jess trembling and shaking all in a foam and muddy from head to foot but looking perfectly cheerful in her mind and out from under her forelegs ran a small creature which Gardner mistook for tiny was gray and this dog was brown of course I should not like to tell you all that was said to Bill when an hour after breakfast time he came skulking up to the farm in fact words failing Gardner took a good stick and laid it about Bill's shoulders saying he would either do this or tell the mistress of him and how he had left the stable door open all night and some bad fellow had stolen Jess and galloped her all across the country till she hadn't been the cleverest pony in the world she could have never got back again Bill Durst not contradict his explanation of the story especially as the key was found hanging up in its proper place by the kitchen door and when he went to fetch it he heard the most extraordinary sound in the cool cellar close by like somebody snoring or laughing Bill took to his heels and did not come back for a whole hour but when he did come back he made himself as busy as possible he cleaned Jess which is half a day's work at least then he took the little people a ride and afterwards put his stable in the most beautiful order and altogether was such a changed Bill that the Gardner told him he must have left himself at home and brought back somebody else whether or not the boy certainly improved so that there was less occasion to find fault with him afterwards Jess lived to be quite an old pony and carried a great many people little people always where she never herself grew any bigger but I don't think she ever carried a brownie again end of adventure the fourth adventure the fifth of the adventures of a brownie this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Christine Blashford adventure the fifth brownie on the ice winter was a grand time with the six little children especially when they had frost and snow this happened seldom enough for it to be the greatest possible treat when it did happen and it never lasted very long for the winters are warm in Devonshire there was a little lake three fields off which made the most splendid sliding place imaginable no skaters went near it it was not large enough only to skate the neighbourhood being lonely the lake itself looked the loneliest place imaginable it was not very deep not deep enough to drown a man but it had a gravelly bottom and was always very clear also the trees round it grew so thick that they sheltered it completely from the wind so when it did freeze it generally froze as smooth as a sheet of glass the lake bears was such a grand event and so rare that when it did occur the news came at once to the farm and the children carried it as quickly to their mother for she had promised them that if such a thing did happen this year it did not happen every year lessons should be stopped entirely and they should all go down to the lake and slide if they liked all day long so one morning just before Christmas the eldest boy ran in with a countenance of great delight mother mother the lake bears it was rather a compliment to call it a lake it being only about twenty yards across and forty long the lake really bears who says so one hour this morning and has made us two such beautiful slides he says an up slide and a down slide may we go to them directly? the mother hesitated you promised you know, pleaded the children very well then, only be careful and may we slide all day long and never come home for dinner or anything yes, if you like, only Gardner must go with you and stay all day this they did not like at all nor when Gardner was spoken to, did he you bothering children to good ducking in the lake serve you right for making me lose a day's work just to look after you little monkeys I have a great mind to tell your mother I won't do it but he did not, being fond of his mistress he was also fond of his work but he had no notion of play I think the saying of all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy must have been applied to him for Gardner, whatever he had been as a boy was certainly a dull and melancholy man the children used to say that if he and idle Bill could have been needed into one a very warm oven they would have come out rather a pleasant person as it was Gardner was anything but a pleasant person above all to spend a long day with and on the ice where one needs all one's cheerfulness and good humour to bear pinched fingers and numbed toes and trips and tumbles and various uncomfortableness he'll growl at us all day long he'll be a regular spoilsport lamented the children oh mother mightn't go alone no said the mother and her no meant no they argued the point no more but started off rather downhearted but soon they regained their spirits for it was a bright clear frosty day the sun shining though not enough to melt the ice and just sufficient to lie like a thin sprinkling over the grass and turn the brown branches into white ones the little people danced along to keep themselves warm carrying between them a basket which held their lunch a very harmless lunch it was just a large brown loaf and a lump of cheese and a knife to cut it with out in their fun they managed to tumble the knife out and were having a search for it in the long grass when gardener came up grumpily enough to think of trusting you children with one of the table knives in a basket what a fool cook must be I'll tell her so and if they're lost she'll blame me give me the things he put the knife angrily in one pocket perhaps it will cut a hole in it said one of the children in rather a pleased tone than otherwise then he turned the lunch all out on the grass and crammed it in the other pocket hiding the basket behind a hedge I'm sure I'll not be at the trouble of carrying it said he when the children cried out at this and you shan't carry it either for you'll knock it about and spoil it and as for your lunch getting warm in my pocket why so much the better this cold day it was not a lively joke and they knew his pocket was very dirty indeed the little girls had seen him stuff a dead rat into it only the day before they looked ready to cry but there was no help for them except going back and complaining to their mother and they did not like to do that they knew that though Gardner was cross he was trustworthy and she would never let them go down to the lake without him so they followed him trying to be as good as they could though it was difficult work one of them proposed pelting him with snowballs as they pelted each other but at the first which fell in his neck he turned round so furiously that they never sent a second but walked behind him as meek as mice as they went they heard little steps pattering after them perhaps it is the brownie coming to play with us the youngest girl to the eldest boy whose hand she generally held and then the little pattering steps sounded again travelling through the snow but they saw nobody so they said nothing the children would have liked to go straight to the ice but Gardner insisted on taking them a mile round to look at an extraordinary animal which a farmer there had just got sent by his brother in Australia the two old men stood gossiping so long that the children worried extremely every minute seemed an hour till they got on the ice at last one of them pulled Gardner's coattails and whispered that they were quite ready to go then I'm not and he waited ever so much longer and got a drink of hot cider which made him quite lively for a little while but by the time they reached the lake he was as cross as ever he struck the ice with his stick but made no attempt to see if it really did bear though he would not allow the children to go one step upon it till he had tried I know it doesn't bear and you'll just have to go home again good thing too saves me from losing a day's work try, only try Bill said it bore implored the boys and looked wistfully at the two beautiful slides just as Bill said one up and one down stretching all across the lake of course it bears or Bill could not have made these slides Bill's an ass said the Gardner and put his heavy foot cautiously on the ice just then there was seen jumping across it a creature which certainly had never been seen on ice before it made the most extraordinary bounds on its long hind legs with its little four legs tucked up in front of it it wanted to carry a moth and its long stiff tails sticking out straight behind to balance itself with, apparently the children at first started with surprise and then burst out laughing for it was the funniest creature and had the funniest way of getting along that they had ever seen in their lives it's the kangaroo, cried Gardner in great excitement it has got loose and it's sure to be lost and what a way Mr Giles will be in I must go and tell him or stop, I'll try and catch it but in Bane it darted once or twice across the ice dodging him as it were and once coming so close that he nearly caught it by the tail to the children's great delight then it vanished entirely I must go and tell Mr Giles directly said Gardner and then stopped for he had promised not to leave the children and it was such a wild goose chase after an escaped kangaroo but he might get half a crown as a reward and he was sure of another glass of cider you just stop quiet here and I'll be back in five minutes said he to the children I think it's sound enough only mind you don't tumble in for there'll be nobody to pull you out oh no said the children clapping their hands they did not care for tumbling in and were quite glad there was nobody there to pull them out they hoped Gardner would stop a very long time away only as someone suggested when he was seen hurrying across the snowy field he had taken away their lunch in his pocket too never mind we're not hungry yet now for a slide off they darted the three elder boys with a good run followed after them and soon the whole four were skimming one after the other as fast as a railway train across the slippery ice and like a railway train they had a collision and all came tumbling one over the other with great screaming and laughter to the high bank on the other side the two younger ones stood mournfully watching the others from the opposite bank when they were stood beside them a small brown man ho ho little people said he coming between them and taking hold of a hand of each his was so warm and they're so cold that it was quite comfortable and then somehow they found in their open mouths a nice lozenge I think it was peppermint but I'm not sure which comforted them still more did you want me to play with you cried the brownie then here I am what shall we do have a turn on the ice together no sooner said than done the two little children felt themselves floating along it was more like floating than running with brownie between them up the lake and down the lake and across the lake not at all interfering with the sliders indeed it was a great deal better than sliding rosy and breathless their toes so nice and warm and their hands feeling like mince pies just taken out of the oven the little ones came to a stand still the elder ones stopped their sliding and looked towards brownie within treating eyes he swung himself up to a willow bow and then turned head over heels onto the ice hello you don't mean to say you big ones want to race too well come along if the two eldest will give a slide to the little ones he watched them take a tiny sister between them and slide her up one side and down another screaming with delight then he took the two middle children in either hand one, two, three and away off they started scutting along as light as feathers and as fast as steam engines over the smooth black ice so clear that they could see the bits of stick and mortar-grass is frozen in it and even the little fishes swimming far down below if they had only looked long enough when all had had their fair turns they began to be frightfully hungry catch a fish for dinner and I'll lend you a hook said brownie at which they all laughed and then looked rather grave pulling a cold raw live fish from under the ice and eating it was not a pleasant idea of dinner well what would you like to have let the little one choose she said after thinking a minute that she should like a current cake and I'd give you all a bit of it a very large bit I would indeed added she almost with the tears in her eyes she was so very hungry do it then said the brownie in his little squeaking voice immediately the stone that the little girl was sitting on around hard stone and so cold turned into a nice hot cake so hot that she jumped up directly as soon as she saw what it was she clapped her hands for joy oh what a beautiful beautiful cake only we haven't got a knife to cut it the boys felt in all their pockets but somehow their knives never were there when they were wanted look you've got one in your hand said brownie to the little one and that minute a bit of stick she held turned into a bread knife silver with an ivory handle being too sharp for the youngest girl was not allowed to use sharp knives though she liked cutting things excessively especially cakes that will do sit you down and carve the dinner fair shares and don't let anybody eat too much now begin ma'am said the brownie quite politely as if she had been ever so old oh how proud the little girl was how bravely she set to work and cut five of the biggest slices you ever saw and gave them to her brothers and sisters and was just going to take the sixth slice for herself and remember the brownie I beg your pardon said she as politely as he though she was such a very little girl and turned round to the wee brown man but he was nowhere to be seen the slices of cake in the children's hands remained cake and uncommonly good it was and such substantial eating that it did nearly the same as dinner but the cake itself turned suddenly to a stone again and the knife into a bit of stick for there was the gardener coming clumping along by the bank of the lake and growling as he went he too shouted the children determined to be civil if possible this place is bewitched I think said he the kangaroo was fast asleep in the cow shed what how dare you laugh at me but they hadn't laughed at all and they found it no laughing matter poor children when gardener came on the ice and began to scold them and order them about he was perfectly savage with crossness for the people at Giles's farm had laughed at him very much and he did not like to be laughed at and at the top of the field and she had asked him severely how he could think of leaving the children alone all together his conscience pricked him a good deal and when people's consciences pricked them sometimes they get angry with other people which is very silly and only makes matters worse what have you been doing all this time said he all this five minutes said the eldest boy mischievously for gardener was only to be away five minutes and he had stayed a full hour also when he fumbled in his pocket for the children's lunch to stop their tongues perhaps he found it was not there they set up a great outcry for in spite of the cake they could have eaten a little more indeed the frost had such an effect upon all their appetites that they felt not unlike that celebrated gentleman of whom it is told that he ate a cow and ate a calf he ate an ox and ate a half he ate a church he ate the steeple he ate the priest and all the people and said he hadn't had enough then we're so hungry so very hungry couldn't you go back again and fetch us some dinner cried they and treatingly not I indeed you may go back to dinner yourselves you shall indeed for I want my dinner too two hours is plenty long enough to stop on the ice it isn't two hours it's only one well one will do better than more you're all right now and you might soon tumble in or break your legs on the slide so come away home it wasn't kind of gardener and I don't wonder the children felt it hard indeed the eldest boy resisted stoutly mother said we might stop all day and we will stop all day you may go home if you like I won't and you shall said gardener smacking a whip that he carried in his hand stop till I catch you and I'll give you this about your beak my fine gentleman and he tried to follow but the little fellow darted across the ice objecting to be either caught or whipped it may have been rather naughty but I am afraid it was great fun dodging the gardener up and down he being too timid to go on the slippery ice and sometimes getting so close that the whip nearly touched the lad bless us there's the kangaroo again said he starting just as he had caught the boy and lifted the whip the creature was seen hop hopping from bank to bank I can't surely be mistaken this time I must catch it which seemed quite easy for it limped as if it was lame or as if the frost had bitted its toes poor beast gardener went after it walking cautiously on the slippery crackling ice and never minding whether or not he walked on the slides though they called out to him that his nailed boots would spoil them but whether it was that ice which bears a boy will not bear a man or whether at each lame step of the kangaroo there came a great crack is more than I can tell however just as gardener reached the middle of the lake the ice suddenly broke and in he popped the kangaroo too apparently for it was not seen afterwards what a hullabaloo the poor man made not that he was drowning the lake was too shallow to drown anybody but he got terribly wet and the water was very cold he soon scrambled out the boys helping him and then he hobbled home as fast as he could not even saying thank you or taking the least notice of them indeed nobody took any notice of them nobody came to fetch them and they might have stayed sliding the whole afternoon only somehow they did not feel quite easy in their minds and though the hole in the ice closed up immediately and it seemed as firm as ever still they did not like to slide upon it again I think we had better go home and tell mother everything said one of them besides we ought to see what has become of poor gardener he was very wet yes but oh how funny he looked and they all burst out laughing at the recollection of the figure he cut scrambling out through the ice with his trousers dripping up to the knees and the water running out of his boots making a little pool wherever he stepped and it freezes so hard that by the time he gets home his clothes will be as stiff as a board his wife will have to put him to the fire to thaw before he can get out of them again the little people burst into shouts of laughter although they laughed they were a little sorry for poor old gardener and hoped no great harm had come to him but that he had got safe home and been dried by his own warm fire the frosty mist was beginning already to rise and the sun though still high up in the sky looked like a ball of red hot iron as the six children went homeward across the fields merry enough still but not quite so merry as they had been a few hours before let's hope mother won't be vexed with us a day but we'll let us come back again tomorrow it wasn't our fault that gardener tumbled in as somebody said this they all heard quite distinctly ha ha ha and ho ho ho and a sound of little steps pattering behind but whatever they thought nobody ventured to say that it was the fault of the brownie End of Adventure the Fifth Adventure the Sixth and Last of the Adventures of a Brownie This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Christine Blashford The Adventures of a Brownie as told to my child by Miss Mulock Adventure the Sixth and Last Brownie and the Clothes Till the next time but when there is a Brownie in the house no one can say that any of his tricks will be the last for there's no stopping and no getting rid of him either this one had followed the family from house to house generation after generation never any older and sometimes seeming even to grow younger by the tricks he played in fact though he looked like an old man he was a perpetual child to the children he never did any harm quite the contrary and his chief misdoings were against those who vexed the children but he gradually made friends with several of his grown up enemies Cook for instance who had ceased to be lazy at night and late in the morning he had black footmarks on her white tablecloth and Brownie found his basin of milk waiting for him night after night behind the coal cellar door Bill too got on well enough with his pony and Jess was taken no more night rides no ducks were lost and Dolly gave her milk quite comfortably to whoever milked her alas this was either Bill or the gardener's wife now after that adventure on the ice poor gardener very seldom appeared when he did it was on two crutches for he had had rheumatism in his feet and could not stir outside his cottage door and Bill therefore had double work which was probably all the better for Bill the garden had to take care of itself but this being winter time it did not much signify besides Brownie seldom went into the garden except in summer during the hard weather he preferred to stop in his coal cellar it might not have been a lively place but it was warm and he liked it he had company there too for when the cat had more kittens the kitten he used to tease being grown up now they were all put in a hamper in the coal cellar warm and as cozy as a kitten himself the little things never were heard to mew so it may be supposed they liked his society and the old mother cat evidently bore him no malice for the whipping she had got by mistake so Brownie must have found means of coaxing her over one thing you may be sure of all the while she and her kittens were in his coal cellar he took care never to turn himself into a mouse he was spending the winter on the hole very comfortably without much trouble either to himself a wagon load of coals behind them came to the door Gardner's wife following my man says you're to give the cellar a good cleaning out before you put any more in said she and her sharp voice and don't be lazy about it it'll not take you ten minutes for it's nearly all coal dust except that one big lump in the corner you might clear that out too stop it's the Brownie's lump better not meddle with it whispered the little scullery made don't you meddle with matters not her lump of coal but she thought she might take it the mistress would never miss it or the Brownie either he must be a very silly old Brownie to live under a lump of coal so she argued with herself and made the men lift it you must lift it you see if you are to sweep the coal cellar out clean and you may as well put it on the barrow and I'll wheel it out of your way this she said in quite a civil voice lest they should tell of her and stood by against her feet and frightening her so much that she nearly tumbled down see what nonsense it is to talk of Brownie's living in a coal cellar nothing lives there but rats and I'll have them poisoned pretty soon and get rid of them but she was rather frightened all the same for the rat had been such a very big rat and had looked at her as it darted past with such wild bright mischievous eyes brown eyes of course that she all but jumped with surprise however she had got her lump of coal and was wheeling it quietly away nobody seeing some of the garden she was a hard worked woman and her husband's illness made things harder for her still she was not quite easy at taking what did not belong to her I don't suppose anybody will miss the coal she repeated I dare say the mistress would have given it to me if I had asked her and as for its being the Brownie's lump fudge bless us what's that for the barrow began to creak dreadfully and every creak sounded like the cry of a child just as if the wheel were going over its legs and crashing its poor little bones if only I knew where they keep the grease box all goes wrong now my old man's laid up oh dear oh dear for suddenly the barrow had tilted over though there was not a single stone near and the big coal was tumbled onto the ground where it broke into a thousand pieces gathering it up again was hopeless and it made such a mess on the gravel walk that the old woman was thankful her misfortune happened behind the privet hedge where nobody was likely to come I'll take a broom and sweep it up tomorrow nobody goes near the orchard now they need say nothing about it to the old man or anybody but ah dearie me what a beautiful lot of coal I've lost she stood and looked at it mournfully and then went into her cottage where she found two or three of the little children keeping gardener company they did not dislike to do this now but he was so much kinder than he used to be so quiet and patient though he suffered very much and he had never once reproached them for what they did every day and telling him all the funny things they could think of indeed it was a contest among them who should first make gardener laugh they did not succeed in doing that exactly but they managed to make him smile and he was always gentle and grateful to them so that they sometimes thought it was rather nice his being ill but his wife was not pleasant she grumbled all day long and snapped at him and his visitors let us stop a little just to tell gardener this one curious thing about Dolly and the pig and then we'll help you to take your clothes to the orchard we can carry your basket between us we can indeed that was the last thing the woman wished for she knew that the children would be sure to see the mess on the gravel walk and they were such inquisitive children they noticed everything they would want to know and said she quite politely but indeed the basket is too heavy for you however you may stop and gossip a little longer with my old man he likes it and while they were shut up with gardener in his bedroom off she went carrying the basket on her head and hung her clothes carefully out the big things on lines between the fruit trees and the little things such as stockings to breath of wind to blow them about I'll leave them for an hour or two and come and fetch them in before it grows dark then I shall get all my folding done by bedtime and have a clear day for ironing tomorrow but when she did fetch them in having bundled them all together in the dusk of the evening never was such a sight as those clothes they were all twisted in the oddest way the stockings turned inside out with the heels and toes tucked into the legs the sleeves of the shirts tied together they would have given very hard blows indeed and the hole looked as if instead of lying quietly on the grass and bushes they had been dragged through heaps of mud and then stamped upon so that there was not a clean inch upon them from end to end what a horrid mess cried the gardener's wife who had been at first very angry and then very frightened but I know what it is that nasty boxer has got loose again it's he that has done it boxer wouldn't tie short sleeves in double knots or make balls of pocket handkerchiefs gardener was heard then it's those horrid children they are always up to some misty for other just let me catch them you'd better not said somebody in a voice exactly like gardener's though he himself declared he had not spoken a word indeed he was fast asleep well it's the most extraordinary thing I ever heard of the gardener's wife said supposing she was talking to her husband all the time but soon she held her tongue for she found here and there among the clothes all sorts of queer marks marks of fingers and toes B now as the place where the big coal had tumbled out of the barrel was fully fifty yards from the orchard and as the coal could not come to the clothes and the clothes could not go without hands the only conclusion she could arrive at was well no particular conclusion at all it was too late that night to begin washing again besides she was extremely tired and her husband woke up rather worse than usual so she just bundled the light washed her clothes through all over again and it being impossible to dry them by the fire went out with them once more and began spreading them out in their usual corner in a hopeless and melancholy manner while she was at it the little folks came trooping around her she didn't scold them this time she was too low spirited no my old man isn't any better and I don't fancy he ever will be said she in answer to their questions and everything's going wrong with us just listen and she told the trick which had been played in the bath but it was so funny and even now the minute she had done hanging them out there was something so drawl in the way the clothes blew about without any wind the shirts hanging with their necks downwards as if there was a man inside them and the drawers standing stiffly astride on the gooseberry bushes for all the worlds as if they held a pair of legs still as for gardeners nightcaps long white cotton there that the children after trying hard to keep it in at last broke into shouts of laughter she turned furiously upon them it was you who did it no indeed it wasn't said they jumping further to escape her blows for she had got one of her clothes props and was laying about her in the most reckless manner however she hurt nobody but I don't care I'll wash my clothes again if it's twenty times over and I'll hang them out again in the very place just to make you all ashamed of yourselves perhaps the little people were ashamed of themselves though they really had not done the mischief but they knew quite well who had done it and more than once they were about to tell only they were afraid if they did so they should vex the brownies so much that he would never come and play with them any more perhaps no harm may come to your clothes this time we'll sit and watch them till they are dry just as you like I don't care then that hides can find and then that plays tricks knows how to stop them it was not a civil speech but then things were hard for the poor old woman she had been awake nearly all night and up washing at daybreak her eyes were red with crying and her steps about without hands and turned into odd shapes as if there were people inside them but not a creature was seen and not a sound was heard and though there was neither wind nor sun very soon all the linen was perfectly dry fetch one of mother's baskets and we'll fold it up as tidily as possible that is the girls can do it it's their business and we boys will carry it safe to gardener's cottage so said they not liking to say that they could have a secret fear that he was rather a naughty brownie but then as the eldest little girl whispered he was only a brownie and knew no better now they were growing quite big children who would be men and women some time when they hoped they would never do anything wrong their parents hoped the same but doubted it in a serious and careful manner they folded up the clothes and laid them one by one in the basket without any mischief until just as rubbish better give it to me no if you please said they very civilly not to offend the little brown man we'll not trouble you thanks we'd rather do it ourselves for poor old gardener is very ill and his wife is very miserable and we are extremely sorry for them both extremely sorry cried brownie throwing up his cap in the air and tumbling head over heels in an excited manner what in the world does extremely sorry mean that the brownie could not tell what to make of it he could not said to be sorry since being a brownie and not a human being knowing right from wrong he never tried particularly to do right and had no idea when he was doing wrong but he seemed to have an idea that he was troubling the children and he never like to see them look unhappy so he turned head over heels six times running and then came back again the silly old woman I washed her shall I wash them over again tonight oh no please don't implored the children shall I start denying them I'll do it beautifully one two three five six seven abracadabra turn turn tea shouted he jabbering all sorts of nonsense as it seemed to the children and playing such antics that they stood and stared in the utmost amazement and quite forgot the clothes when they looked round again the basket was full of them and then they all set about searching but it was a long while before they found and still longer before they could decide which was the biggest gooseberry bush each child having his or her opinion sometimes a very strong one on the matter at last they agreed to settle it by pulling half a dozen little sticks to see which stick was the longest and the child that held it was to decide the gooseberry bush this done as for the shirts they really were a picture to behold and the stockings were all folded up and even darned in one or two places as neatly as possible and strange to tell there was not a single black mark of feet or fingers on any one of them kind little brownie clever little brownie cried the children in chorus and thought this was the most astonishing trick he had ever played what the gardener's wife said about it whether they told her anything or allowed her to suppose that the clothes had been done in their own they can tell of one thing only I am certain that the little people said nothing but what was true also that the very minute they got home they told their mother everything but for a long time after that they were a good deal troubled gardener got better and went hobbling about the place again to his own and everybody's great content and his wife was less sharp-tongued and complaining than usual indeed she had nothing to complain of all the family squeaking behind the wainscote the elders said it was and the children were sure it was sort of a weeping and wailing they've stolen my coal and I haven't a hole to hide in not even a house one could ask a mouse to bite in a most full-on tune it was ending in a dreary minor key and it lasted for months and months at least the children said it did and they were growing quite dull for want of a play fellow when by the greatest good luck in the new baby was everybody's pet including the brownies from that time though he was not often seen he was continually heard up and down the staircase where he was frequently mistaken for tiny or the cat and sent sharply down again which was wasting a great deal of wholesome anger upon Mr. nobody or he lurked in odd corners of the nursery whether the baby was seen crawling eagerly after nothing in particular or sitting and since he did no mischief neither pinched the baby nor broke the toys left no soap in the bath and no foot marks about the room but was always a well-conducted brownie in every way he was allowed to inhabit the nursery or supposed to do so since as nobody saw him nobody could prevent him until the children were grown up into men and women after that he retired into his co-seller and again I should exceedingly like a brownie to play with me should not you end of adventure the sixth and last and end of the adventures of a brownie as told to my child by Ms. Mulock