"So do I," said Johnny.
Day after day went by and still the boys rose early, and each day they found more and more to do. The brownies were the joy of the tailor's life.
One day a message came for the tailor to go to a farmhouse several miles away. The farmer gave him an order for a suit of clothes, and paid him at once. Full of joy at his good fortune, he hurried home. As he came near the house, he saw that the garden had been weeded. "It's that brownie!" he said; "and I shall make a suit of clothes for him."
"If you make clothes for the brownie, he will leave the house," said the grandmother.
"Not if the clothes are a good fit, mother. I shall measure them by Tommy, for they say the brownies are about his size."
At last a fine new suit with brass buttons was finished and laid out for the brownie.
"Don't the clothes look fine?" said Tommy, when he came down in the morning; "I'll try them on."
The tailor rose earlier than usual that day, for he wished to catch a glimpse of the brownies. He went softly downstairs. There was Johnny sweeping the floor, and Tommy trying on the new suit.
"What does this mean?" shouted the father.