Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 22, 2025
Frog shook his head again. "I don't do business that way," he explained. "As soon as I've finished a suit I throw away the stone on which I've written the measurements. It saves trouble, if there's any complaint afterwards." "Well!" said Brownie. "What can we do about this? I can't wear the trousers as they are." "You'll have to get your legs stretched," Mr. Frog told him.
"I'm told that a good newspaper ought to tell a few jokes," Brownie Beaver continued. But Mr. Crow sneered openly at that. "I'm a newspaper not a jest-book," he announced. "Then you refuse to tell any jokes, do you?" Brownie Beaver asked him. "I certainly do!" Mr. Crow cried indignantly. "Very well!" Brownie said.
"It may be all right," Jim said, "but but I thought I'd better tell you, Norah, they we can't find Dad!" We were mates together, And I shall not forget. Jim had not wanted to tell Norah. It had been Brownie who had counselled differently. "I think she's got enough to bear," the boy had said, sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, and flicking his boots mechanically with his whip.
I'm afraid Brownie is rather too ready to form wild opinions on some matters. To tell the truth, I was rather worried at the reports I don't fancy the notion of escaped gentry of that kind wandering round in the vicinity of my small daughter."
As for the shirts, they really were a picture to behold, and the stockings were all folded up, and even darned in one or two places, as neatly as possible. And strange to tell, there was not a single black mark of feet or fingers on any one of them. "Kind little Brownie! clever little Brownie!" cried the children in chorus, and thought this was the most astonishing trick he had ever played.
You remember that the busy Brownie hid all the Crinkle salads, and so saved them; and most of us have found the Crinkleroot and eaten it since. But how many of us have found the Mecha-meck? I know only one man who has. We call him the Wise Woodman. He found and dug out the one from which I made the picture. It was two and a half feet long and weighed fifteen pounds fifteen pounds of good food.
He's the one that says there's going to be a cyclone." At that Brownie Beaver stopped working and hurried off to find old Grandaddy Beaver. And to his great dismay, Grandaddy said that what Tired Tim had told him was the truth. "It's a-coming!" Grandaddy Beaver declared. "I saw one once before in these parts, years before anybody else in this village was born.
"They say," said Ginevra, anxious to avoid the forbidden Scotch, therefore stumbling sadly in her utterance, "there's a broonie brownie at the Mains, who dis a' does all the work." "What is the meaning of this, Joseph?" said Mr. Galbraith, turning from her to the butler, with the air of rebuke, which was almost habitual to him, a good deal heightened.
There's only one thing I am sorry for, you won't be a brownie any longer, nor yet a fairy dressed in green"; and with the same she whisked the cover off the big box she had been carrying, and there lay neatly folded three little plain print frocks, one lavender, one pink, and one blue. Huldah cried aloud in sheer amazement. She had never seen anything so pretty in her life.
Brown, on being consulted, saw no difficulties in the way. A day, she declared, was all she wanted to prepare sufficient food for the party for a week let alone for only three days. "Not as I'll stint you to three days," remarked the prudent Brownie. "Last time it was to be three days an' 'twas more like six when we saw you again.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking