The Ink-Bottle Babies cried, “Is that the end? Surely that is not the end. There must be more.”
The little dwarf did not want to answer, so he said, “It is raining so hard the teacher may not come back to school.”
“Please tell the end of the story,” begged the Babies.
Then the little dwarf cried, “What! ho! Here comes the farmer to take you home!”
Sure enough, there was the farmer in his big wagon. He had come to take the Ink-Bottle Babies home.
“Was that the end of the story?” called Molly and Polly.
The little dwarf smiled and said,
“If you should ever want a ride,
Come to my house and step inside!”
“Oh! oh! oh!” cried the Ink-Bottle Babies clapping their hands. “Do you own the magic rocking-chair? Will you please take us to ride?”