This was the end of the story and the Ink-Bottle Babies set up a shout as usual.
“What became of the magic rocking-chair?” they all shouted together.
Then they clapped their hands softly, for they saw something rocking toward them!
What do you suppose it was?
It was the magic rocking-chair!
Then the dwarf who had told the story said,
“Tell the chair where you want to go;
Ride away, ride away, singing ho! ho!”
Then the Ink-Bottle Babies all climbed into the rocking-chair, and they shouted as they waved their twenty-five little pocket handkerchiefs,
“We wave good-bye with backward looks;