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 brass buttons 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.
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