There stood a fierce little dwarf stamping his foot at them.
All the Ink-Bottle Babies bowed politely and said, “If you please, Sir, may we gather a few violets and buttercups?”
Then the little dwarf said,
“I love all the little flowers that grow,
You shall not gather them, no! no!”
“A fierce little dwarf stamping his feet”
Then Molly and Polly said, “If we each give you a cookie, would you let us gather a few flowers?”
Then the little dwarf came and peeked into each one of the baskets and saw, sure enough, that each Baby had a cookie in the basket.