"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.
It will be believed that to explain all this to the Grandmother was not the work of a moment. She understood it all at last, however, and the Tailor could not restrain a little good-humored triumph on the subject. Before he went to work he settled her down in the window with her knitting, and kissed her.