“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 do the work,” he shouted, “Where is the Brownie?”
“Here!” cried the boys, “and we are very sorry we were Boggarts so long.”
With which the father and sons fell into each other’s arms and fairly wept.
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