Yes, says GERTRUDE.

I've had two, says WALTER.

Mother has been looking carefully at the pudding on her plate. I
declare, you're right, she says. Here's one in mine. She eats it.
They are very good nuts, too; but how they ever got into the pudding
is a mystery.

During this last speech the lid of the wood box has been pushed up,
showing the two brownies, sitting up in the box, and also the top of
the clothes basket, showing the fairies, looking out from the basket.

Walter happens to catch sight of the brownies in the wood box. He
starts up from his chair, and, pointing toward the wood box, cries,
There they are!

What? asks FATHER, looking in the direction to which Walter
points.

The brownies, cries WALTER. See! In the wood box.

I don't see anything, says FATHER, except that someone has left the
lid of the wood box open.

Oh, and the fairies, cries GERTRUDE, pointing toward the clothes
basket. There they are. I see them.

MOTHER turns around to look, and then says to Gertrude. There's
nothing there, my dear.