"But when do you do it?" asked the Tailor.

"Before you come down," said they.

"But I always have to call you," said the Tailor.

"We get back to bed again," said the boys.

"But how was it you never did it before?" asked the Tailor doubtfully.

"We were idle, we were idle," said Tommy.

The Tailor's voice rose to a pitch of desperation--

"But if you did the work," he shouted, "_where is the Brownie?_"

"Here!" cried the boys, "and we are very sorry that we were Boggarts so
long."

With which the father and sons fell into each other's arms and fairly
wept.

* * * * *

It will be believed that to explain all this to the Grandmother was not
the work of a moment. She understood it all at last, however, and the
Tailor could not restrain a little good-humoured triumph on the
subject. Before he went to work he settled her down in the window with
her knitting, and kissed her.