Then the Little Brown Boy crept into his mother’s bed and told her all that had happened to him the night before.
‘What do you think of that?’ asked the Little Brown Boy when he had finished.
He was much surprised to have his mother answer, ‘I think it was all a dream.’
‘A dream?’ exclaimed the Little Brown Boy. ‘How can it be a dream? Look here!’
From the pocket in his night-clothes he pulled a chestnut, a roasted chestnut that the Brownies had given to him last night.
‘How can it be a dream?’ asked the Little Brown Boy again.
‘I don’t know,’ answered his mother. ‘Perhaps it did happen. At any rate, I am glad that, after this, you are going to pick up your toys every night.’
‘I am,’ said the Little Brown Boy with a nod. ‘I promised Santa Claus.’
And I don’t have to tell you that the Little Brown Boy kept his word.