"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed somebody. The Gardener thought it was the children, and gave one of them an angry cuff as he walked away. But they knew it was somebody else, and were not at all surprised when, the minute his back was turned, Dolly came walking quietly back, led by a little wee brown man who scarcely reached up to her knees. Yet she let him guide her, which he did as gently as possible, though the string he held her by was no thicker than a spider web, floating from one of her horns. "Soh, Dolly! good Dolly!" cried Brownie, mimicking the Gardener's voice. "Now we'll see what we can do. I want my breakfast badly--don't you, little folks?" Of course they did, for the morning air made them very hungry. "Very well--wait a bit, though. Old people should be served first, you know. Besides, I want to go to bed." "Go to bed in the daylight!" The children all laughed, and then looked quite shy and sorry, lest they might have seemed rude to the little Brownie. But he--he liked fun; and never took offence when none was meant. He placed himself on the milking-stool, which was so high that his little legs were dangling half-way down, and milked and milked--Dolly standing as still as possible--till he had filled the whole pail. Most astonishing cow! she gave as much as two cows; and such delicious milk as it was--all frothing and yellow--richer than even Dolly's milk had ever been before. The children's mouths watered for it, but not a word said they--even when, instead of giving it to them, Brownie put his own mouth to the pail, and drank and drank, till it seemed as if he were never going to stop. But it was decidedly a relief to them when he popped his head up again, and lo! the pail was as full as ever! "Now, little ones, now's your turn. Where are your mugs?" All answered mournfully, "We've got none. Gardener made us take them back again." "Never mind--all right. Gather me half a dozen of the biggest buttercups you can find." "What nonsense!" thought the children; but they did it. Brownie laid the flowers in a row upon the eldest girl's lap--blew upon them one by one, and each turned into the most beautiful golden cup that ever was seen! "Now, then, every one take his own mug, and I'll fill it." He milked away--each child got a drink, and then the cups were filled again. And all the while Dolly stood as quiet as possible--looking benignly round, as if she would be happy to supply milk to the whole parish, if the Brownie desired it. "Soh, Dolly! Thank you, Dolly!" said he, again, mimicking the Gardener's voice, half growling, half coaxing. And while he spoke, the real voice was heard behind the hedge. There was a sound as of a great wasp flying away, which made Dolly prick up her ears, and look as if the old savageness was coming back upon her. The children snatched up their mugs, but there was no need, they had all turned into buttercups again. Gardener jumped over the stile, as cross as two sticks, with an old rope in his hand.