The man said, “I will take you to the farm if you will give me one or two of your pies!”
He said, “I have not tasted a pumpkin pie for forty years!”
The Ink-Bottle Babies wept to think of a man not tasting a pie for so many years, and they all crowded around the automobile and cried, “Take mine! Please take mine!”
Then the Ink-Bottle Mamma stepped up and said, “Please Sir, we need all these pies to-day, but if you care to give us a ride and then will call at my house to-morrow you may have all the pies you can carry.”
The man was delighted, you may be sure. He helped the Ink-Bottle Mamma right into the automobile and called to the Babies, “Pile in, one and all!”
Soon they were all riding merrily along the road.
The man allowed Polly and Molly to blow the horn and they rode right into the farmer’s yard and right up to his front door.
The farmer’s wife came out and cried, “Bless my soul! What a fine automobile! And bless my soul! Here are the Ink-Bottle Babies again!”
Then the farmer heard the noise and came out and said, “Bless my buttons! Let me count the Babies! Yes, they are here, every last one of them!”