The Tailor saw the boy was in earnest, and passed his hand over his forehead.
“I suppose I’m getting old,” he said; “I can’t see daylight through this. If you are the Brownie, who has been tidying the kitchen lately?”
“We have,” said they.
“But who found my measure?”
“I did,” said Johnnie.
“And who sorts your grandmother’s scraps?”
“We do,” said they.
“And who sets breakfast, and puts my things in order?”
“We do,” said they.
“But when do you do it?” asked the Tailor.