"It's the brownies," said the boys.
"This is no joke," cried the tailor, angrily. "Where are the real brownies, I say?"
"We are the only brownies, father," said Tommy.
"I can't understand this. Who has been sweeping the kitchen lately, I should like to know?"
"We have," said the boys.
"Who gets breakfast and puts things in order?"
"We do! we do!" they shouted.
"But when do you do it?"
"Early in the morning before you come down."
"But if you do the work, where is the brownie?"