Through the school-house window they could see the heads of the children, little brown and yellow and black heads, both curly and straight. Indeed one little red head lay on the window-sill, fast asleep. ‘Tired out, and no wonder,’ murmured Silvertongue, which was a very harsh speech for him. Out of the window floated the voices of the children droning sleepily over and over again-- ‘Two times one are two, Two times two are four, Two times three are six.’ The Brownies didn’t speak another word that afternoon. They sat down round the corner of the school-house with their backs against the wall and watched the clock in the church tower tick the sunny hours away. At last the clock struck six. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The school-house door opened and out trooped the children. As they started home, the Brownies followed and watched them as they went. Some of them peeped in the Toy Shop window and rattled the latch. Some of them stood on tiptoe and knocked the knocker on the Candy Shop door. Some of them ran away from their big brothers and sisters and sat on the beach and made holes in the sand with their fingers and piled up little heaps. And some of the children even ran down and put their toes in the water, they did so want a little pleasure and fun. But their big brothers and sisters were frightened. ‘The King will see you!’ said they. ‘Come home! The King will catch you!’ So the Children were taken home, and soon after their supper the candles were lighted in their bedrooms and the Brownies could see the children in their night-gowns going to bed. As it grew dusk, the Brownies sat flat on the lonely beach with no one but the sandpipers and the seagulls to keep them company. What did it all mean? Who was the King? Why were the children treated so? The light in the Lighthouse across the bay blazed out and Kindheart sprang to his feet. ‘I am going to borrow that little boat,’ said he, pointing to a white boat pulled up on the beach, ‘and row over to the Lighthouse. Perhaps some one there can tell us what it is all about.’ When they reached the Lighthouse two figures ran down to the shore and helped them from the boat. One was that of a little man who smelled strongly of peppermint candy. ‘He is the Candy Man,’ said Sweet-Tooth in a flash. And so he proved to be. The other figure was that of a neat little lady who held a half-made doll’s dress in her hand. ‘The Toy Lady,’ said Silvertongue and Kindheart in a breath. And this was so too. The Candy Man and the Toy Lady both talked at once, they were so excited at seeing the Brownies and so anxious to tell their tale.