Molly cried, “Oh, is it the farmer again?”
Polly cried, “Oh, are we going to have company?”
Then the twenty-five little Babies were very still. They flattened their little noses against the windowpanes, and looked out into the great white world.
Nearer, nearer, nearer, came the tinkle of sleigh bells, and very soon a cunning little sleigh came in sight.
In the sleigh were seated two dwarfs. They were as much alike as two peas.
They stopped right in front of the house and got out of the sleigh.
They ran to the door and asked, “Can you tell us if we are on the right road?”
The Ink-Bottle Mamma bowed and said, “It all depends on where you are going, gentlemen!”
“It always depends on where we are going,” snapped the first little dwarf.
The second little dwarf said, “We are not gentlemen at all, we are only dwarfs!”