I said you were not likely to see him. I never did, certainly, and
never knew anybody that did; but still, if you were to go into
Devonshire, you would hear many funny stories about Brownies in
general, and so I may as well tell you the adventures of this
particular Brownie, who belonged to a family there; which family he
had followed from house to house most faithfully, for years and years.

A good many people had heard him--or supposed they had--when there
were extraordinary noises about the house; noises which must have come
from a mouse or a rat--or a Brownie. But nobody had ever seen him
except the children,--the three little boys and three little girls,--who
declared he often came to play with them when they were alone, and was
the nicest companion in the world, though he was such an old
man--hundreds of years old! He was full of fun and mischief, and up to
all sorts of tricks, but he never did anybody any harm unless they
deserved it.

Brownie was supposed to live under one particular coal, in the darkest
corner of the cellar, which was never allowed to be disturbed. Why he
had chosen it nobody knew, and how he lived there nobody knew either,
nor what he lived upon. Except that, ever since the family could
remember, there had always been a bowl of milk put behind the
coal-cellar door for the Brownie's supper. Perhaps he drank it--perhaps
he didn't: anyhow the bowl was always found empty next morning. The
old Cook, who had lived all her life in the family, had never once
forgotten to give Brownie his supper; but at last she died, and a
young Cook came in her stead, who was very apt to forget everything.
She was also both careless and lazy, and disliked taking the trouble
to put a bowl of milk in the same place every night for Mr. Nobody.