“The rain is rather wet to-day;
Will you open your window a little way?”
Then the Ink-Bottle Babies ran and opened the window and let the little dwarf in.
Such a sputtering and fussing you never heard! He shook the rain from his coat and said,
“With no umbrella, how do you suppose,
I could keep dry in my little clothes?”
Then he danced, and he hopped, and he skipped about until he was quite dry.
He tasted something out of every one of the twenty-five dinner pails.
Then he climbed up on the window sill and said, “What shall we play, ‘I-Spy’?”
The Ink-Bottle Babies said, “There really is no place to hide. Please tell us a story instead!”