Whenever they saw sick caterpillars or butterflies with broken wings, they took care of them.
Brownie and Goldy each had a home near the king’s palace, and they were happy all their lives.
The Ink-Bottle Babies cried, “Is that all? Tell it again! Tell it again! Please do! Read it or tell it! It is a lovely story!”
The farmer’s wife said, “It must be bedtime.” They looked at the great clock that stood in the hall, and the clock said it was ten o’clock!
“I am going home to-morrow, and I am going to school,” said Molly.
“I, too,” said Polly.
“We, too,” cried all the Ink-Bottle Babies. “We are all going to learn to read that story.”
Then they scampered upstairs and went to bed.
Just as they were about to go to sleep, Molly said, “It is awful to have to spell out the words like the farmer’s wife does.”
Polly said, “I am going to learn to read!”