The Brownies and Other Tales | Page 9

Juliana Horatia Ewing
face.
"Why, there's no one but myself!" said Tommy. "And what can the
word be? I must have done it wrong."
"Wrong!" said the Echo.
Tommy was almost surprised to find the echo awake at this time of
night.
"Hold your tongue!" said he. "Matters are provoking enough of
themselves. Belf! Celf! Delf! Felf! Gelf! Helf! Jelf! What rubbish!
There can't be a word to fit it. And then to look for a Brownie, and see
nothing but myself!"

"Myself," said the Echo.
"Will you be quiet?" said Tommy. "If you would tell one the word
there would be some sense in your interference; but to roar 'Myself!' at
one, which neither rhymes nor runs--it does rhyme though, as it
happens," he added; "and how very odd! it runs too--
'Twist me, and turn me, and show me the Elf-- I looked in the water,
and saw myself,'
which I certainly did. What can it mean? The Old Owl knows, as
Granny would say; so I shall go back and ask her."
"Ask her!" said the Echo.
"Didn't I say I should?" said Tommy. "How exasperating you are! It is
very strange. Myself certainly does rhyme, and I wonder I did not think
of it long ago."
"Go," said the Echo.
"Will you mind your own business, and go to sleep?" said Tommy. "I
am going; I said I should."
And back he went. There sat the Old Owl as before.
"Oohoo!" said she, as Tommy climbed up. "What did you see in the
mere?"
"I saw nothing but myself," said Tommy indignantly.
"And what did you expect to see?" asked the Owl.
"I expected to see a Brownie," said Tommy; "you told me so."
"And what are Brownies like, pray?" inquired the Owl.
"The one Granny knew was a useful little fellow, something like a little
man," said Tommy.
"Ah!" said the Owl, "but you know at present this one is an idle little
fellow, something like a little man. Oohoo! oohoo! Are you quite sure
you didn't see him?"
"Quite," answered Tommy sharply. "I saw no one but myself."
"Hoot! toot! How touchy we are! And who are you, pray?"
"I'm not a Brownie," said Tommy.
"Don't be too sure," said the Owl. "Did you find out the word?"
"No," said Tommy. "I could find no word with any meaning that would
rhyme but 'myself.'"
"Well, that runs and rhymes," said the Owl. "What do you want?
Where's your brother now?"
"In bed in the malt-loft," said Tommy.

"Then now all your questions are answered," said the Owl, "and you
know what wants doing, so go and do it. Good-night, or rather
good-morning, for it is long past midnight;" and the old lady began to
shake her feathers for a start.
"Don't go yet, please," said Tommy humbly. "I don't understand it. You
know I'm not a Brownie, am I?"
"Yes, you are," said the Owl, "and a very idle one too. All children are
Brownies."
"But I couldn't do work like a Brownie," said Tommy.
"Why not?" inquired the Owl. "Couldn't you sweep the floor, light the
fire, spread the table, tidy the room, fetch the turf, pick up your own
chips, and sort your grandmother's scraps? You know 'there's lots to
do.'"
"But I don't think I should like it," said Tommy. "I'd much rather have a
Brownie to do it for me."
"And what would you do meanwhile?" asked the Owl. "Be idle, I
suppose; and what do you suppose is the use of a man's having children
if they do nothing to help him? Ah! if they only knew how every one
would love them if they made themselves useful!"
"But is it really and truly so?" asked Tommy, in a dismal voice. "Are
there no Brownies but children?"
"No, there are not," said the Owl. "And pray do you think that the
Brownies, whoever they may be, come into the house to save trouble
for the idle healthy little boys who live in it? Listen to me, Tommy,"
said the old lady, her eyes shooting rays of fire in the dark corner where
she sat. "Listen to me, you are a clever boy, and can understand when
one speaks; so I will tell you the whole history of the Brownies, as it
has been handed down in our family from my grandmother's
great-grandmother, who lived in the Druid's Oak, and was intimate with
the fairies. And when I have done you shall tell me what you think they
are, if they are not children. It's the opinion I have come to at any rate,
and I don't think that wisdom died with our great-grandmothers."
"I should like to hear if you please," said Tommy.
The Old Owl shook out a tuft or two of fluff,
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