children will be Boggarts too, and then they'll know what it is!"

"Don't!" roared Tommy. "I won't be a Boggart. I'll be a Brownie."

"That's right," nodded the Old Owl. "I said you were a boy who could
understand when one spoke. And remember that the Brownies never are
seen at their work. They get up before the household, and get away
before any one can see them. I can't tell you why. I don't think my
grandmother's great-grandmother knew. Perhaps because all good deeds
are better done in secret."

"Please," said Tommy, "I should like to go home now, and tell Johnnie.
It's getting cold, and I am so tired!"

"Very true," said the Old Owl, "and then you will have to be up early
to-morrow. I think I had better take you home."

"I know the way, thank you," said Tommy.

"I didn't say _show_ you the way, I said _take_ you--carry you," said
the Owl. "Lean against me."

"I'd rather not, thank you," said Tommy.

"Lean against me," screamed the Owl. "Oohoo! how obstinate boys are to
be sure!"

Tommy crept up very unwillingly.

"Lean your full weight, and shut your eyes," said the Owl.