Then look in the water, and think of a word which rhymes with "elf"
and makes the charm complete."
Tommy knew the place very well. He ran to the north side of the pond, and turning himself around three times, he repeated the charm. Then he looked in and saw--himself.
"Why, there"s no one but myself. I can"t think of the right word. What can it be? I"ll go back and ask the Old Owl," thought Tommy. And back he went. There sat the Owl as before.
"Oo-hoo," said she, as Tommy climbed up. "Did you find out the word?"
"No," said Tommy, "I could find no word that rhymes with "elf" except "myself.""
"Well, that is the word! Now, do you know where your brother is?"
"In bed in the loft," said Tommy.
"Then all your questions are answered. Good night;" and the Old Owl began to shake her feathers.
"Don"t go yet," said Tommy, humbly; "I don"t understand you. I am not a brownie, am I?"
"Yes, you are, and a very idle one, too," said the Old Owl. "All children are brownies."
"But are there really any brownies except children?" inquired Tommy, in a dismal tone.
"No, there are not. Now listen to me, Tommy. Little people can do only little things. When they are idle and mischievous, they are called boggarts, and they are a burden to the house they live in. When they are thoughtful and useful, they are brownies, and are a blessing to every one."
"I"ll be a brownie," said Tommy. "I won"t be a boggart. Now I"ll go home and tell Johnny."
"I"ll take you home," said the Owl, and in a moment Tommy found himself in bed, with Johnny sleeping by his side.
"How quickly we came," said Tommy to himself. "But is it morning? That is very strange! I thought the moon was shining. Come, Johnny, get up, I have a story to tell you."
III
While his brother was rubbing his eyes Tommy told him of his visit to the Old Owl in the grove.
"Is that all true?" asked Johnny.
"It is all just as I tell you, and if we don"t want to be boggarts, we must get up and go to work."
"I won"t be a boggart," said Johnny, and so the two brownies crept softly down the ladder into the kitchen. "I will light the fire,"
said Tommy. "And you, Johnny, can dig some potatoes to roast for breakfast." They swept the room and laid the table. Just as they were putting the potatoes in a dish they heard footsteps.
"There"s father," said Tommy; "we must run."
The poor tailor came wearily down the stairs. Morning after morning he had found an untidy room and an empty table. But now when he entered the kitchen, he looked around in great surprise. He put his hand out to the fire to see if it was really warm. He touched the potatoes and looked at the neat room. Then he shouted, "Mother, mother! boys, boys, the brownie has come!"
There was great excitement in the small house, but the boys said nothing. All day the tailor talked about the brownie. "I have often heard of Little People," he said, "but this is wonderful. To come and do the work for a pan of cold water! Who would have believed it?"
The boys said nothing until they were both in bed. Then Tommy said: "The Old Owl was right, and we must stick to the work if we don"t want to be boggarts. But I don"t like to have father thinking that we are still idle. I wish he knew that we are the brownies."
"So do I," said Johnny.
Day after day went by and still the boys rose early, and each day they found more and more to do. The brownies were the joy of the tailor"s life.
One day a message came for the tailor to go to a farmhouse several miles away. The farmer gave him an order for a suit of clothes, and paid him at once. Full of joy at his good fortune, he hurried home. As he came near the house, he saw that the garden had been weeded. "It"s that brownie!" he said; "and I shall make a suit of clothes for him."
"If you make clothes for the brownie, he will leave the house," said the grandmother.
"Not if the clothes are a good fit, mother. I shall measure them by Tommy, for they say the brownies are about his size."
At last a fine new suit with bra.s.s b.u.t.tons was finished and laid out for the brownie.
"Don"t the clothes look fine?" said Tommy, when he came down in the morning; "I"ll try them on."
The tailor rose earlier than usual that day, for he wished to catch a glimpse of the brownies. He went softly downstairs. There was Johnny sweeping the floor, and Tommy trying on the new suit.
"What does this mean?" shouted the father.
"It"s the brownies," said the boys.
"This is no joke," cried the tailor, angrily. "Where are the real brownies, I say?"
"We are the only brownies, father," said Tommy.
"I can"t understand this. Who has been sweeping the kitchen lately, I should like to know?"
"We have," said the boys.
"Who gets breakfast and puts things in order?"
"We do! we do!" they shouted.
"But when do you do it?"
"Early in the morning before you come down."
"But if you do the work, where is the brownie?"
"Here," cried the boys; "we are the brownies, and we are sorry that we were boggarts so long."
The father was delighted to find how helpful his boys had become. The grandmother, however, could hardly believe that a real brownie had not been in the house. But as she sat in her chair day after day watching the boys at their work, she often repeated her favorite saying, "Children are a blessing."
THE STORY OF PETER PAN