The Babies shouted, “Hurrah! for the magic pitcher,” and they laughed until they cried!
Then they all sat down in a circle and they told stories and one little dwarf cried,
“I am so hungry to-night, ho! ho!
Where did the magic spoon chance to go?”
The little dwarfs all shook their heads sadly. Then what do you suppose happened? The Ink-Bottle Babies all rose and began to dance and cry,
“We know who has the magic spoon,
A little dwarf we met this noon!”
“Whirling a great spoon”
Then all the dwarfs put on their fuzzy coats and their fuzzy caps, and they said,