Next morning the milk was gone! Perhaps Brownie had drunk it up, anyhow nobody could say that he hadn't. As for the supper, Cook having safely laid it on the shelves of the larder, nobody touched it. And the table-cloth, which was wrapped up tidily and put in the dresser drawer, came out as clean as ever, with not a single black footmark upon it. No mischief being done, the cat and the dog both escaped beating, and Brownie played no more tricks with any body--till the next time. [Illustration] [Illustration] ADVENTURE THE SECOND BROWNIE AND THE CHERRY-TREE THE "next time" was quick in coming, which was not wonderful, considering there was a Brownie in the house. Otherwise the house was like most other houses, and the family like most other families. The children also: they were sometimes good, sometimes naughty, like other children; but, on the whole, they deserved to have the pleasure of a Brownie to play with them, as they declared he did--many and many a time. A favorite play-place was the orchard, where grew the biggest cherry-tree you ever saw. They called it their "castle," because it rose up ten feet from the ground in one thick stem, and then branched out into a circle of boughs, with a flat place in the middle, where two or three children could sit at once. There they often did sit, turn by turn, or one at a time--sometimes with a book, reading; and the biggest boy made a sort of rope-ladder by which they could climb up and down--which they did all winter, and enjoyed their "castle" very much. But one day in spring they found their ladder cut away! The Gardener had done it, saying it injured the tree, which was just coming into blossom. Now this Gardener was a rather gruff man, with a growling voice. He did not mean to be unkind, but he disliked children; he said they bothered him. But when they complained to their mother about the ladder, she agreed with Gardener that the tree must not be injured, as it bore the biggest cherries in all the neighborhood--so big that the old saying of "taking two bites at a cherry," came really true. "Wait till the cherries are ripe," said she; and so the little people waited, and watched it through its leafing and blossoming--such sheets of blossom, white as snow!--till the fruit began to show, and grew large and red on every bough. At last one morning the mother said, "Children, should you like to help gather the cherries to-day?" "Hurrah!" they cried, "and not a day too soon; for we saw a flock of starlings in the next field--and if we don't clear the tree, they will." "Very well; clear it, then. Only mind and fill my basket quite full, for preserving. What is over you may eat, if you like." "Thank you, thank you!" and the children were eager to be off; but the mother stopped them till she could get the Gardener and his ladder.