“Well, what do you think of that?” asked the Ink-Bottle Mamma.
The Ink-Bottle Babies clapped their hands and danced up and down.
They shouted, “There really must be a magic pitcher! There truly must be a magic pitcher!”
Then they looked out of the window and saw the snow-men they had made. The snow-men looked very real in the moonlight.
The Ink-Bottle Babies cried, “Listen! the snow-men are singing.”
They kept very still and they heard this song:
“Last night I saw a funny sight,
Upon the ground all glistening white;
Queer people standing in a row,