The next night the suit was finished, and laid by the bread-and-milk.

"We shall see," said the old lady, in a withering tone. There is not
much real prophetic wisdom in this truism, but it sounds very awful,
and the Tailor went to bed somewhat depressed.

Next morning the Brownies came down as usual.

"Don't they look splendid?" said Tommy, feeling the cloth. "When we've
tidied the place I shall put them on."

But long before the place was tidy, he could wait no longer, and
dressed up.

"Look at me!" he shouted; "bottle-green and brass buttons! Oh, Johnnie,
I wish you had some."

"It's a good thing there are two Brownies," said Johnnie, laughing,
"and one of them in rags still. I shall do the work this morning." And
he went flourishing round with a broom, while Tommy jumped madly about
in his new suit. "Hurrah!" he shouted, "I feel just like the Brownie.
What was it Granny said he sang when he got his clothes? Oh, I know--

'What have we here? Hemten hamten!
Here will I never more tread nor stampen.'"

And on he danced, regardless of the clouds of dust raised by Johnnie,
as he drove the broom indiscriminately over the floor, to the tune of
his own laughter.