he bowlthat held his food was always empty in themorning, but no one ever saw the brownie suppingthe broth. Little children were the only ones who eversaw him; and oh! how he loved them! Justbefore bedtime, they would gather around himin some quiet corner by the old mill. Then the villagers would… … Just bfore bedtime, the little children wouldgather around him and helping tired people with their work; butsome one forgot what the little man had said, Labor Day 23 over and over again, in his strange little song: A bite to eat, a bed on hay,You may give; but nothing pay. You see, a brownie loves…
Children's stories
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