“I wish there were real brownies today,” Veve said wistfully.
“Ones that would do useful things such as washing the breakfast dishes!”
“And making the beds!” added Eileen. At home that particular task fell to her.
“If I had a brownie all my own, I’d want him to plan special surprises for me,” declared Veve dreamily. “I wouldn’t wear him out doing grubby household tasks.”
“What would you ask your brownie to do?” Connie asked.
“Oh—wonderful magic things!”
“For instance?” probed Connie.
“Well—oh, I know! I’d have him build me a tree house!”
“A tree house!” exclaimed Eileen, intrigued by the thought.
“I’d have the brownie build it right here in this oak tree,” Veve went on grandly. “It would be a wonderful little house! With windows and doors and a roof! I’d have curtains and a table and chairs!”