Next morning they asked how she slept.
"Not at all," said she, "for there was a dreadful lump in the bed." Then they knew she must be a fairy! Perhaps it would be a little too much to compare Growler with a fairy; but he certainly had a wonderful knack of discovering peas under the bed; and where there were none to discover, he found out something else.

Now, you and I, I expect, in talking of the sun, would speak of it as a glorious light and heat- giving orb, without which we could none of us get on for a moment.

But Growler's version of the thing would be quite different.
"A thing full of great ugly spots, that goes scorching up one part of the earth and leaving another in the cold, and is generally hidden by clouds from all the rest." Such is the genial, bright view of things taken by our old schoolmate.
There are two sorts of growlers.

There is the man who honestly attacks what is really wrong for the sake of making it right, and there is the man who instinctively grumbles at everything for the mere sake of growling.

The former class is as useful as the latter is tiresome, and if we must growl, by all means let us find out some real grievance to attack.