Soon the farmer and his wife were ready, and they went whizzing away in the automobile. Then the Ink-Bottle Mamma began to cook the turkeys and many other things, and the Ink-Bottle Babies had the table all set by the time the farmer and his wife returned.
Did they have a big dinner? Well, I guess they did. They had turkey and duck, and sweet-potatoes and white potatoes, and squash, and carrots, and rice, and jelly, and pickles, and pudding, and cranberry sauce, and cake, and ice cream, and pumpkin pies!
The farmer and his wife said, “We never had such a happy Thanksgiving before!”
The Ink-Bottle Babies cried, “Hurrah for the turkey! Hurrah for the pumpkin pies!”
“Presented the farmer’s wife with a little pie”
After dinner the Babies begged for a story. They said, “Read us a fairy tale; please read us a fairy tale!”
The farmer’s wife said, “I have broken my glasses and I cannot see to read, but Pa will tell you a story!”