He put on his red cap and his red stockings and his red mittens, and he just curled up on the rug and went to sleep!
The Ink-Bottle Babies fell asleep long before the end of the story was reached, but the Ink-Bottle Mamma liked the story so well that she read it on to the end to herself.
Then the Ink-Bottle Mamma went to bed. It was now Christmas Eve.
Did Santa Claus remember the Ink-Bottle Babies, and did he fill all their stockings full?
Well, I guess he did! and the Ink-Bottle Babies all woke up early and cried, “Oh Ma! please bring us our stockings,” and the Ink-Bottle Mamma brought in twenty-five stockings full of apples and nuts and toys.
But the great joy of the day was still to come. Molly and Polly had their beds near the window and they cried, “Oh Ma, here comes a farmer’s wagon!”
Sure enough the wagon came and stopped right at their door. Out jumped the farmer and his wife!
The twenty-five Ink-Bottle Babies cried, “Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!” and the farmer and his wife called,
“Twenty-five babies, all in a row;
This is Christmas day, you know!”