Then Molly called, “I can’t find my shoes,” and Polly called, “I can’t find my dress,” and all the Ink-Bottle Babies set up such a wail that the Ink-Bottle Mamma had to come upstairs and help them dress.
She said, “My dear children, will you never grow up?”
“Give us a ride, please!”
When they sat down at the table, Molly said, “I don’t want this oatmeal,” and Polly said, “I don’t want any either.”
Then all the Ink-Bottle Babies said, “We don’t want any oatmeal!”
They laid down their twenty-five little spoons. And will you believe it? Not one of the Babies would eat any breakfast!
Then the Ink-Bottle Mamma said, “Get down from your chairs, every one of you.”
The Ink-Bottle Babies got down from their chairs, pouting and scolding. Then the Ink-Bottle Mamma put on their caps and sent them right off to school.