Today I went out of Alex’s room with two thoughts in mind. One, to explore the house. Two, to do a bit of mischief.
I could do this freely because the cat, being like all cats lazy at heart, was sleeping soundly. I knew this for a fact because the insolent thing was curled up on Alex’s bed.
Here are the things I discovered:
The brother is neater than Alex. That said, his athletic shoes have a smell that would fell a lesser brownie. Also, he has a large collection of magazines with oddly costumed characters on the front. I opened one. The characters all spoke in bubbles coming out of their heads. Very strange.
The little sister has many stuffed toys. She seems especially fond of unicorns. I braided the mane of one of them as a wee bit of mischief.
Also to show my disapproval of unicorns with pink manes.
The remaining room on this floor I have heard Mrs. Carhart call the guest bedroom.
All I can say is a guest would have a hard time sleeping in it, given the mountain of stuff piled on the bed.
There is also a bathroom, but I have seen that already, as it is where I have been doing my personal business.
Downstairs is the kitchen, of course. They have a machine that washes dishes! How Sarah would have loved that.
There is also a dining room and a living room, which has a machine with an enormous screen. It looks like a television, but it is hard for me to imagine a television could be that big. If it really is a television, it must be terrifying to watch. You would feel like the horses were going to run right over you!
Finally there is Mr. and Mrs. Carhart’s room. Attached to it is the biggest bathroom I have ever seen! Their bedroom is not a sty like Alex’s, but it is no model of neatness, either. They hardly set a good example for the child.
I could not get into the cellar, for the door was shut tight.
Though it is to Alex I am bound, it is her household that I am to care for. After Sarah’s tiny cottage, this place is overwhelming.
Truly, it is a lot for one small brownie.
