“The little dwarf called ‘Halt!’”
How funny they looked going along the street with their twenty-five little umbrellas bobbing up and down.
As they went along they heard a voice cry,
“In and out, without a doubt,
I will keep dry if I but try!”
The Babies looked down and there stood a little dwarf. He had a long white beard that came to the ground. He bobbed in and out among the Babies and skipped first under this umbrella, and then under that umbrella, and it kept the Babies quite busy looking for him.
“Are you going to school with us?” asked Molly.
“Do you know where the magic pitcher is?” asked Polly.
Then the most surprising thing happened!
The little dwarf called “Halt!” and every one of the Ink-Bottle Babies stood still in the pouring rain.