Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Brownie and the cook
 Brownie and the cherry-tree
 Brownie in the farmyard
 Brownie's ride
 Brownie on the ice
 Brownie and the clothes
 Back Cover

Title: The adventures of a brownie, as told to my child
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Title: The adventures of a brownie, as told to my child
Alternate Title: Adventures of a brownie
Physical Description: 139, 4 p., 5 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock, 1826-1887
Thomas Y. Crowell & Co ( Publisher )
Norwood Press ( Printer )
J.S. Cushing & Co ( Printer )
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Publisher: Thomas Y. Crowell & Co.
Place of Publication: New York ;
Manufacturer: Norwood Press ; J. S. Cushing & Co. ; Berwick & Smith
Publication Date: c1893
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Elves -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fairies -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Practical jokes -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1893   ( rbgenr )
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Bldn -- 1893
Genre: Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
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Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Summary: A brownie makes friends with two small children.
Statement of Responsibility: by the author of "John Halifax, gentleman" ; illustrated.
General Note: Publisher's advertisements precede and follow text.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in colors; illustrations engraved by H. Winthrop Pierce.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Title Page
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    Table of Contents
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    Brownie and the cook
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    Brownie on the ice
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THERE was once a little Brownie who lived
--where do you think he lived?-In a coal-
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, 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-nothing
much to look at, even if you did s< e him,
which you are not likely to do -only a little
old 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 cor-
ners especially kitchen corners, and only
comes out after dark when nobody is about,
and so sometimes people call him Mr. No-
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. So I may as well
tell you the adventures of one 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 extraor-
dinary 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 any-
body any harm -unless they deserved it.
Brownie was supposed to live under one par-
ticular 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's supper. Perhaps he drank
it -perhaps he didn't: anyhow, the bowl was
always found empty 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 seeing'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 ex-
tremely hungry, began running about the coal-
cellar to see what he could find. His eyes were
as useful in the dark as in the light--like a
pussy-cat's; but there was nothing to be seen


-not even a potato paring, or a dry crust, or
a well-gnawed bone, such as Tiny the terrier
sometimes brought into the coal-cellar and left
on the floor. Nothing, in short, but heaps of
coals and coal-dust; which even a Brownie can-
not eat, 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 -
that 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 old fellow after all.

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The Brownie eating his Supper.


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 -he liked them, as the old Cook had
done: she said they were such cheerful creat-
ures, 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 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-cellar 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 pantry keys too, all dan-
gling in the lock, so that any thief might have
got in, and wandered all over the house without
being found out.


"Hurrah, here's luck!" cried Brownie, toss-
ing 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 were spread on the
table enough for half-a-dozen people.
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 an 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 coal-cellar, but really he liked tidi-
ness, and always played his pranks upon dis-
orderly or slovenly folk.
"Whew! said he, "here's a chance What
a supper I'll get now! "
And he jumped on to a chair and thence to
the table, but so quietly that the large black
cat with four white paws (called Muff, because
she was so fat and soft and her fur so long),
who sat dozing in front of the fire, just opened
one eye and went to sleep again. She had
tried .to get her nose into the milk-jug, but it
was too small; and the junket-dish 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 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 mixed the two together in a way
that would have disagreed with anybody except
a Brownie. As it was, he was obliged to slacken
his belt several times, and at last took it off al-
together. But he must have had a most extraor-
dinary capacity for eating and drinking -since,
after he had cleared off all the food, he was just
as lively as ever, and began jumping about on
the table as if he had had no supper at all.
His jumping was a little unfortunate, for
there happened to be a clean white table-cloth;
as this was only Monday, it had had no time to
get dirty -untidy 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 table-cloth was covered
with black marks.
Not that he minded this; in fact, he took
great pains to make the cloth as dirty as pos-
sible; and then laughing loudly "Ho, ho, ho! "
leaped on to 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 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
on to the table again -gobbled up the few re-
maining crumbs for his breakfast, and scampered
off to his coal-cellar; where he hid himself under
his big coal, and fell asleep for the day.
Well, the Cook came down stairs rather ear-


lier 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 drank-and mice don't care for
milk and cider, you know: as for the apple-pud-
ding, it had vanished altogether; and the dish
was licked as clean as if Boxer the yard-dog had
been at it, in his hungriest mood.
And my white table-cloth oh, my clean
white table-cloth 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 don'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
Muff 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 table-cloth with your
dirty paws."
They were white paws, and as clean as pos-
sible; 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 till the creature ran mewing 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 close 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, Mrs. Pussy?" to which she an-
swered nothing of course.
Something must be done, and luckily
Brownies can do things which nobody else


can do. So he thought he would change him-
self into a mouse, and gnaw a hole through
the door. But then 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 round on her tail
six times, curled down in a corner, and fell
fast asleep.
Immediately Brownie changed himself into
the smallest mouse possible; and, taking care
not to make the least noise, gnawed 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 there was 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 a 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
table-cloth-for he began jumping about like
a pea on a 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 as well to

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The Brownie teasing the Puppy.



turn into a mouse again, and creep back cau-
tiously 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 down stairs and saw that
the same thing had happened again-that the
supper was all eaten, and the table-cloth blacker
than ever with the extraordinary footmarks, she
was greatly puzzled. Who could have done it
all ? Not the cat, who came mewing out of the
coal-cellar the minute she unlocked the door.
Possibly a rat-but then would a rat have come
within reach of Tiny?
"It must have been Tiny herself, or her
puppy," which just came rolling out of its bas-


ket over Cook's feet. You little wretch You
and your mother are the greatest nuisance
imaginable. I'll punish you!"
And 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-and so was unlikely to jump
on chairs and tables, she gave them both such a
thrashing that they ran howling together out of
the kitchen door, where the kind little kitchen-
maid took them up in her arms.
"You ought to have beaten the Brownie, if
you could catch him," said she indignantly.
" 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
coal-cellar door."


"Nonsense!" answered the young Cook, and
flounced away. But afterwards she thought
better of it, and did as she was advised, grum-
bling 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 table-cloth, which
was wrapped up tidily 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.





THE next time was quick in 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 big-
gest 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
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;
he 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," said she;
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 bough.
At last one morning the mother said, "Chil-
dren, should you like to help gather the cherries
to-day ?"
"Hurrah!" they cried, "and not a day too
soon : for we saw a flock of starlings in the
next field and if we don't clear the tree, they
Very well; clear it then. Only mind and


H11 my basket quite full for preserving. What
is over you may eat if you like."
"Thank you, thank you," and the children
were eager to be off, but the mother stopped
them till she could get the Gardener and his
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 good-
ness in the world would not help them if they
tumbled off the tree, or ate themselves sick
with cherries.
"You would not be safe, and I should be so
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 worrit 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, and a very
fierce dog too. First it seemed close beside


them, then in the flower-garden, then in the
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 dl.:-;i_,_ his broken chain all over my
borders. And he is so fierce, and so delighted
to get free. He'll 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 frames. 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
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
"How-d'ye-do?--Boxer was me. Didn't I
bark well? 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 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 be-


sides, 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 mon-
key, and disappeared among the fruit-laden
The children looked dismayed for a minute,
till they saw a merry brown face peeping out
from the green leaves at the very top of the
"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, and then rolling
and tumbling on to 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
quarrelled, 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, helped to pick up the cherries, and
was first-rate at filling the large market-basket.

"Biggest fruit always grows highest,' cried the Brownie."



"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, cross-
ing 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 fastest."
The children obeyed. How many cherries
they devoured, and how fast they did it, passes
my capacity of telling. I only hope they were
not ill 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 propor-
tion, that they had quite forgotten the Gardener
-when all of a sudden they heard him clicking


angrily the orchard gate, and talking to himself
as he walked through.
"That nasty dog! It wasn't Boxer after all!
A nice joke! to find him quietly asleep in his
kennel-after having hunted him, as 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. Odear! Odear!"
"O dear! O 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 centre the huge
basket of cherries, piled as full as it could pos-
sibly hold. But the Brownie had disappeared.
You naughty brats, I'll have you pun-
ished!" 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 ladder
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

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SSit in a ring! sit in a ring! and we'll see who
can eat fastest."



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 pun-
ished at all.



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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 who 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; which disappoints them so much, and makes
them so exceedingly ashamed of themselves.
One day Brownie overheard the Gardener
advising the Cook to put into his bowl at night
sour milk instead of sweet.
He'd never find out the difference, no more
than the pigs do. Indeed it's my belief that a
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'd better hold your tongue, and
mind your own business," returned the Cook,
who had a sharp temper, and would not stand
being meddled 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 party scolded him. So they
all squabbled together, till Brownie, hid under
his coal, put his little hands over his little ears.
"Dear me, what a noise these mortals do


make when they quarrel! They quite deafen
me. I must teach them better manners."
But when the Cook slammed the door, and
left Gardener and his wife alone, they two
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 can 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 man!
They are ducklings, and beauties too even
though they have never seen water. Where's
the pond you promised to make for me, I
wonder ?"
"Rubbish, woman! If my cows do without
a pond, 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 some day!"
"And so will you when that old Alderney
runs dry. You'll wish you had taken my
advice and fatted and sold her."
"Alderney cows don't sell for fattening.
Women's advice is never worth twopence.
Yours isn't worth even a halfpenny. What
are you laughing at?"
"I wasn't laughing," said the wife angrily;
and in truth it was not she, but little Brownie,
who ran under the barrow which the Gardener
was wheeling along, very much amused that
human beings should 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.
When all the fowls came running to be fed,
the big Brahma hen who had hatched the
ducklings was seen wandering forlornly 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 Aylesbury duck had waddled into
the farmyard, and waddled out again, coaxing
them after her, no doubt in search of a pond.
But missing they were, most certainly.
Cluck, cluck, cluck! mourned the miser-
able 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 wheelbarrow.


But he could not catch it, any more than his
wife could catch the Aylesbury 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 some.
times allowed to go with Gardener a-milking,
each carrying his or her own mug for a drink
of milk, warm from the cow. They scampered
after him a noisy tribe, begging to be taken
down to the field, and holding out their six
mugs entreatingly.
What, six cupfuls of milk, when I haven't a
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'll get no milk this day. Take
your mugs back again to the kitchen."
The poor little folks made the best of a bad
business, and obeyed; then followed Gardener


down to the field rather dolefully. But it was
such a beautiful morning that they soon re-
covered their spirits. The grass shone with
dew, like a sheet of diamonds, the clover smelt
so sweet, and two skylarks were singing at one
another high up in the sky. Several rabbits
darted past, to their great amusement, espe-
cially one very large rabbit, brown, not gray,
which dodged them in and out, and once nearly
threw Gardener down, pail and all, by running
across his feet; which set them all laughing
till they came where Dolly the cow lay chewing
the cud 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 perfumy 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 altogether refused to be
milked- kicked, plunged, tossed over the pail,
which was luckily empty.
Bless the cow! what's wrong with her ?
It's surely you children's fault. Stand off, the
whole lot of you. Soh, Dolly good Dolly !"
But Dolly was anything but good. She
stood, switching her tail and looking as savage
as so mild an animal possibly could look.
It's all your doing, you naughty children!
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

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The Brown Rabbit nearly trips up the Gardener.


But it did not mend everything; for when he
tried to drive it away it kept coming back and
back again, and buzzing round his own head,
and the cow's, with a voice that the children
thought was less like the buzz of a wasp than
the sound of a person laughing. At length
it frightened Dolly to such an extent that
with one wild bound she darted right away,
and galloped off to the farther 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 children, and
gave one of them an angry cuff 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.
"Soh, Dolly! good Dolly!" cried Brownie,
mimicking the Gardener's voice. Now we'll
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. Old

people should be served first, you know. Be-
sides, I want to go to bed."
Go to bed in the daylight! The children all
laughed, and then looked quite shy and sorry,
lest they might have seemed rude to the
Brownie. But he 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 legs were

The Brownie M:i;1.;



dangling half-way down, and milked and milked
-Dolly standing 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 children's mouths
watered for it, but not a word said they, -
even when, instead of giving it to them,
Brownie put his own mouth to the pail, and
drank and drank, till it seemed as if he were
never going to stop. But it was decidedly a
relief to them when he popped his head up
again, and lo the pail was as full as ever!
"Now, little ones, now's your turn. Where
are your mugs ?"
All answered mournfully, We've got none.
Gardener made us take them back again."
Never mind -all right. Gather me half-a-
dozen of the biggest buttercups you can find."


"What nonsense!" thought the children;
but they did it. Brownie laid the flowers in
a row upon the eldest girl's lap-blew upon
them one by one, and each turned into the
most beautiful golden cup that ever was seen !
"Now, then, every one take his own mug,
and I'll fill it."
He milked away each child got 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.
"Soh, Dolly! Thank you, Dolly!" said he
again, mimicking the Gardener's voice, half
growling, half coaxing. 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 savageness was coming


back upon her. The children snatched up
their mugs, but there was no need, they had
all turned into buttercups again.
Gardener jumped over the stile, as cross as
two sticks, with an old rope 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 those lost ducklings.
Stand back, you children, and don't hinder me
a minute. No use begging-not a drop of
milk shall you get. Hillo, Dolly! Quiet, old
girl! "
Quiet enough she was this time -but you
might as well have milked a plaster cow in a
London milk-shop. Not one ringing drop re-
sounded against the empty pail; for, when they
peeped in, the children saw to their amazement
that it was empty.
"The creature's bewitched !" cried the Gar-
dener in a great fury. Or else somebody has


milked her dry already. Have you done it ? or
you ? he asked each of the children.
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 pail again," cried a voice from
the other side of Dolly. And there at the bot-
tom 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 a fright-
ened tone: and, taking off his hat, "Thank you,
sir," said he to Mr. Nobody--at which the
children all burst out laughing. But they kept


their own counsel, and he was afraid to ask
them any more questions.
By-and-by his fright wore off a little. "I
only hope the milk is good milk, and will poison
nobody," said he sulkily. However, that's not
my affair. You children had better tell your
mother all about it. I left her in the farmyard
in a pretty state of mind about her ducklings."
Perhaps Brownie heard this, and was sorry,
for he liked the children'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 big coal
for the day, when, after breakfast, the children
and their mother came out to look at a new
brood of chickens, he crept after them, and hid


behind the hen-coop where the old mother-hen
was put with her young ones round 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 a little
wood close by and made a nest for herself,
which nobody could ever find; and where she
hatched in secret, coming every second day to
be fed; and then vanishing again, till at last she
reappeared in triumph, with her chickens run-


ning after her. The first brood there had been
twelve, but of this there were fourteen--all
from her own eggs, of course, and she was un-
commonly proud of them. So was the Gardener,
so was the mistress-who liked all young
creatures. Such a picture these were! four-
teen soft, yellow, fluffy things -running about
after their mother. It had been a most trouble-
some business to catch--first her, and then
them, to put all under the coop. The old hen
resisted, and pecked furiously at Gardener's
legs, and the chickens ran about in frantic ter-
ror, chirping wildly in answer to her clucking.
At last, however, the little family was safe
in shelter, and the chickens counted over to
see that none had been lost in the scuffle.
How funny they were! looking so innocent
and yet so wise, as chickens do peering out
at 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 of them but a mass of yellow legs, like a
great centipede.
"How happy the old hen is," said the chil-
dren's mother, looking on, and then looking
compassionately at that other forlorn old hen,
who had hatched the ducklings, and kept wan-
dering about the farmyard, clucking miserably.
"Those poor ducklings, what can have become
of them? If rats had 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 wan-
dered 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 at 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 slightest shadow of an enemy to her
little ones.
However, no harm happened only a guinea-
fowl suddenly ran across the farmyard, scream-
ing in its usual harsh voice. But it was not
the usual sort of guinea-fowl, 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 de-
lighted children; and started off after it, to
catch it if possible.
But they ran and they ran through the gate
and out into the lane ; and the guinea-fowl still
ran on before them, until turning round a
corner they lost sight of it, and immediately
saw something else, equally curious.
Sitting on the top of a big thistle-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.

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"How do you do? Here I am again. I
thought I wouldn't go to bed 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 sometimes
turning over on legs and arms like a Catherine
wheel,-which they tried to imitate, but gen-
erally failed, and only bruised their fingers and
He lured them on and on till they came to
the wood, and to a green path in it, which,
well as they knew the neighborhood, none of
the children had ever seen before. It led to a
most beautiful pond, as clear as crystal and as
blue as the sky. Large trees grew round it,
dipping their branches in the water, as if they
were looking at themselves in a glass. And
all about their roots were quantities of prim-
roses--the biggest primroses the children 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 child even began to cry
because her hands were so full that the flowers
dropped through her fingers.
But the boys, older and more practical,
rather despised primroses.
"I thought we had come to look for duck-
lings," said the eldest. "Mother is fretting
dreadfully about her ducklings. Where can
they be ?"
Shut your eyes and you'll 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
this particular pond, all their days.
Count them," said the Brownie, "the whole


eight quite correct. And then try and
catch them if you can."
Easier said than done. The boys set 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 it so deliberately and majestically,
that the children could not help laughing. As
for little Brownie, he sat on a branch of the
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, quite 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 pinafore, a
fine fat duckling. And there being eight of
them, the two elder 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 away. 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
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 watch them running
to the old hen, who received them with an
ecstasy of delight, 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 Brownie's taking them to the
beautiful pond-and what a wonderful pond
it was: hov green the trees were round it;
and how large the primroses grew. They
never tired of talking about it, and seeking
for it. But the odd thing was, that seek as
they might, they never could find it again.
Many a day did the little people roam about,
one by one or all together, round the wood,
and across the wood, and up and down the
wood, often getting themselves sadly drag-
gled 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 farmyard, to the
old mother hen'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 placed for them
to paddle 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.






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 some-
thing they had longed for all their lives-a
pony. Not a rocking-horse, but a real live
pony-a Shetland pony, too, which had trav-


elled 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
lady-like in her behavior, that more than once
Cook allowed her to walk in at the back door,
when 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 Gardener. This was odd; be-
cause, though cross 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 succes-
sive 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
Gardener hated everything Scotch, he said;
besides, 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
Gardener threatened to clip it short, and turn
her into a regular English pony; but the chil-
dren were 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 the 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; and 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 fourteen chicks used, instead
of roosting with the rest of the fowls, 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 manage-
ment, 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 especial property, and they in-
sisted 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 round 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 be-
haved 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 re-
member accurately which was which. But
they did their best, being on the whole ex-
tremely good children. And they were so

happy to have their pony that 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 sel-


dom do, they used to hear in the air, right over
their heads, the crack of an unseen whip. It
was not theirs, for none of them had got a
whip; that was a felicity which their father
had promised when they could all ride like
young gentlemen and ladies; but there was no
mistaking the sound-indeed, it always startled
Jess so much 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 not, it made them behave better for a
good while: till one unfortunate day the two
eldest began contending which should ride fore-
most and which hindmost 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!"

The Gardener rides Jess.











Which certainly did not come from the two
boys. They had fallen quite safely, but
rather unpleasantly -into a large nettle-bed;
whence they crawled out, rubbing their arms
and legs, and looking too much ashamed to
complain. But they were rather frightened
and a little cross, for Jess took a skittish fit, and
refused to be caught or 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, and got 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 to his coal-cellar door and introduce her
to him properly-for 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 pre-
ternaturally 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 and of the whole family. You
would hardly have known her for the rough,
shaggy, half-starved little beast that had ar-
rived 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 Gardener 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 astride on Jess
-but she quickly ducked her head down, and
he tumbled over it. Evidently she had her
own tastes as to her riders, and much preferred
little people to big ones.
Pretty Jess! when cantering round the pad-
dock 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 Gardener 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, Gardener treated Jess a great
deal better, and showed Bill how to groom
her, and 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 gen-
teel 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 a good little girl
and never cried for it. And seldomer and
seldomer was heard the mysterious sound of
the whip in the air, which warned them against
quarrelling Brownie hated quarrelling.
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 cross to the children, so that they
disliked him very much.
"I wish the Brownie would punish you,"
said one of the boys; "you'd behave better
"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 dan-
gled for weeks and weeks, during which time
poor Bill had to go bareheaded.
He was very much vexed, and revenged him-
self by vexing 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 sud-
denly to her mother, not knowing when she
should be able to come home again. She was
very sad, and so were the children, for they
loved their grandmother-and as the carriage


drove off they all stood crying round the front
door for ever 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 trouble-
some children sha'n't have Jess 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
that day they quite forgot Jess; but next
morning after lessons were over, they came,
begging for a ride.
"You can't get one. The stable-door's
locked, and I've lost the key." (He had it in
his pocket all the time.)
"How is poor Jess to get her dinner ? cried

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