"Will you let us set out a pan of water for the brownie, father?"
asked Tommy.
"You may set out what you like, my lad, but you must go to bed now."
The boys brought out a pan of water. Then they climbed the ladder to
the loft over the kitchen.
Johnny was soon in the land of dreams, but Tommy lay awake thinking
how he could find a brownie and get him to live in the house. "There
is an owl that lives in the grove," he thought. "It may be the Old Owl
herself. When the moon rises, I'll go and find her."
II
The moon rose like gold and went up in the heavens like silver. Tommy
opened his eyes and ran to the window. "The moon has risen," said he,
"and it is time for me to go." Downstairs he crept softly and out into
the still night.
"Hoot! hoot!" cried a voice from the grove near the house.
"That's the Old Owl," thought Tommy. He ran to a big tree and looked
up. There he saw the Old Owl, sitting on a branch and staring at him
with yellow eyes.
"Oh, dear!" said Tommy, for he did not like the Owl very well.
"Come up here! Come up here!" she cried.
Tommy climbed the tree and sat face to face with her on the big
branch.
"Now, what do you want?" said the Owl.
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