Then the Ink-Bottle Mamma untied the parcel, and took out a big red book! The book was called “Tip-Top Fairy Tales.”
The Ink-Bottle Babies were so happy they forgot all about the measles, and they cried, “Please read us a fairy tale.”
The Ink-Bottle Mamma laughed and sat down and read to them. And here is the story she read:
There was once a little dwarf who lived all alone in the deep woods. He was so cross that no one would live with him. One evening as he sat alone by his fire he heard the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, of sleigh bells.
“Santa Claus, maybe,” he said, “but what do I know about Santa Claus? I never hung up my stockings in all my life.”
Nearer and nearer came the sound of sleigh bells. Then there was a great shout, and the little dwarf went out to see what had happened.
Now what do you suppose had happened?
“Brushed Santa Claus all over”
Santa Claus had driven into a snowdrift and he could not get out. His sleigh had tipped over and his toys had spilled upon the snow.