Then the farmer and his wife made a bow and the Ink-Bottle Babies clapped their hands and shouted, “Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!”
CHAPTER V
A WONDERFUL DREAM
January now is here,
The first glad month of all the year;
Get your sled and snowshoes out;
The coasting is good without a doubt;
We are so merry and glad, ho! ho!
We like the winter’s ice and snow;
I heard the Ink-Bottle Babies say,