"Please," said Tommy, "I want to know where to find the brownies, and
how to get one to come and live with us."
"Oo-hoo! oo-hoo!" said the Owl. "That's it, is it? I know of three
brownies."
"Hurrah!" said Tommy. "Where do they live?"
"In your house," said the Owl.
"In our house! Whereabouts? Why don't they work?" cried Tommy.
"One of them is too little," said the Owl.
"But why don't the other two do something?" said Tommy. "Nobody does
any work at our house except father."
"They are idle, they are idle," said the Old Owl.
"Then we don't want them," said Tommy. "What is the use of having
brownies in the house if they do nothing to help us?"
"Perhaps they don't know what to do."
"I wish you would tell me where to find them," said Tommy. "I could
tell them what to do."
"Could you, could you? Oo-hoo! oo-hoo!" and Tommy could not tell
whether the Owl was hooting or laughing.
"Of course I could. They might get up early in the morning and sweep
the house, and light the fire, and spread the table before my father
comes downstairs."
"So they might!" said the Owl. "Well, I can tell you where to find one
of the brownies, and he can tell you where to find his brother.
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