“Now, what do you want?” said the Owl.
“Please,” said Tommy, who felt rather re-assured, “can you tell me where to find the Brownies, and how to get one to come and live with us?”
“Oohoo!” said the Owl, “that’s it, is it? I know of three Brownies.”
“Hurrah!” said Tommy. “Where do they live?”
“In your house,” said the Owl.
Tommy was aghast.
“In our house!” he exclaimed. “Whereabouts? Let me rummage them out. Why do they do nothing?”
“One of them is too young,” said the Owl.
“But why don’t the others work?” asked Tommy.
“They are idle, they are idle,” said the Old Owl, and she gave herself such a shake as she said it, that the fluff went flying through the shed, and Tommy nearly tumbled off the beam in his fright.