"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
Once upon a time there were three children named Wendy, John, and
Michael, who lived with their father and mother in London. One evening
the father and mother were invited to a party, and the mother, after
lighting the dim lamp in the nursery and kissing them good-night, went
away. That evening a little boy climbed in through the window, whose
name was Peter Pan. He was a curious little fellow, very conceited,
very forgetful, and yet very lovable.
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