The Brownies on Skates

One night, when the cold moon hung low And winter wrapped the world in snow And bridged the streams in wood and field With ice as smooth as shining shield, Some skaters swept in graceful style The glistening surface, file on file. For hours the Brownies viewed the show, Commenting on the groups below;

Said one: "That pleasure might be ours— We have the feet and motive powers; No mortal need us Brownies teach, If skates were but within our reach." Another answered: "Then, my friend, To hear my plan let all attend. I have a building in my mind That we within an hour can find. Three golden balls hang by the door, Like oranges from Cuba's shore; Behind the dusty counter stands A native of queer, far-off lands; The place is filled with various things,