The Ink-Bottle Mamma and Papa said, “No more magic kites for our family.”
Then the Ink-Bottle Mamma gave them each a cup of hot chocolate and put them to bed.
CHAPTER VIII
THE MAGIC ROCKING-CHAIR
Hear the rain, April rain!
Falling on the windowpane;
Pitter, patter, all day long;
Can you hear the raindrops’ song?
“We call the flowers to bloom again,
They are refreshed by April rain.”