Just then one of the little dwarfs began to pour out a glass of milk from a very strange-looking pitcher.
“I wonder if that is the magic pitcher?” whispered Polly.
Polly whispered so loud that the little dwarf heard her.
He was so surprised that he dropped the pitcher and it broke into one hundred pieces.
The room began to melt away and Molly and Polly woke up and rubbed their eyes.
The Ink-Bottle Mamma was shaking them.
“You poor dears!” she said. “Are you almost frozen? You have been asleep in the snow!”
Then she carried Molly and Polly into the house.
They rubbed their eyes again and cried, “Where are the little dwarfs? Where is the old grandpa? Where is the magic pitcher?”