Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 31, 2025
She even hides the place of the nest from the father and meets him only at the drum-log and the feeding-ground, or perhaps the dusting-place, which is the club-house of the grouse kind. When Brownie's little ones came out they had filled her every thought, even to the forgetting of their splendid father.
"No," she said, declining his offered assistance; she did not wish to get down; they were going to the postoffice and would call for the meal on their way home. Young Matt lifted the sack of corn from Brownie's back and carried it into the shed.
I do not know that more than twenty minutes had elapsed when we arrived at the cellar window and I had helped him through. Together we noiselessly mounted the stairs; then when we arrived at 'Brownie's' den he reached me the 'bowet' to hold while he peered through the aperture. Then he turned to me and said in a whisper: 'Laddie, we mun just break doon the door.
Leaving the door ajar I determined to sit up and listen for any further sound, or the creak of a footstep on the stair, but though I listened till grey dawn came I heard no sound at all. Then once again I stole a-tiptoe to 'Brownie's' door, and peeped through the aperture.
"Brownie's much too well mannered to criticize anyone else's property, but when she got out she merely said, 'You have great courage, my dear. And wild horses wouldn't get her into it again, unless we promised to 'make it walk, like we did the day we brought her over to help at your working bee.
"I hope you'll try to be regular," he told Mr. Crow. "When a person takes a newspaper he doesn't like to be disappointed, you know." Old Mr. Crow said that he hoped nothing would prevent his coming to Brownie's house every Saturday afternoon. "There's only one more thing I can think of," he croaked, "that would make it impossible for me to be here.
Gradually the truth dawned upon her; and she burst into tears over an old rake which she had been accustomed to call hers, because she had always dragged it at hay-making. Then wiping her eyes hastily for, partly from her aunt's hardness, she never could bear to be seen crying, even when a child she fled to Brownie's stall, and burying herself in the manger, began weeping afresh.
But they were all under the brownie's spell, and he was coming toeless feet, and thumbed but fingerless hands! as if he was made with stockings, and hum'le mittens! Was it the want of toes that made him able to come and go so quietly? Another hour crept by; when lo, a mighty sun-trumpet blew in the throat of the black cock!
"Oh, I'm so very sorry," she apologized humbly; "perhaps I can help you find it again. What was it you lost?" "It were a brownie, a brown leaf brownie wiv crinkly legs, and I were following it and now " "And now I've chased it away. Isn't that a shame." Phyllis was very serious. "But, do you know, I think it was the brownie's own fault.
"I hope so," said John, smiling "if he is not, I shall be at the pains to make him so. We are hardly acquainted yet." Ellen looked doubtfully at the black horse and his rider, and patting the Brownie's neck, observed with great satisfaction that he was very good. John had been riding very slowly on Ellen's account; they now mended their pace.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking