The Ink-Bottle Babies were so anxious to start that they said, “To-morrow will never come!”
The Ink-Bottle Mamma knew a few things to make the time pass, so she said, “Who will sweep my floor? Who will dust my chairs? Who will wipe my dishes?”
Then the Ink-Bottle Babies all set to work at once, and they swept the floor and dusted the furniture, and they wiped the dishes, and soon the work was all done.
At bedtime the Babies said, “Three cheers for the farm. Hurrah for the farmer and his wife! Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!”
Then they all went to bed and fell asleep.
Early next morning the Ink-Bottle Babies were all ready to start. Each one carried a basket. The Ink-Bottle Mamma locked the house and put the key under the doormat. Then they were all ready to go.
They walked a long way, and were getting quite tired, when a man came along in his automobile.
He said, “You cunning little Babies, where are you going?”
Then the Babies shouted, “We are going to the farm. We are going to see the farmer and his wife, and we are taking them some pumpkin pies!”