Then the Babies all crept back into bed and their Mamma told them the story of the Magic Pitcher.
Here is the story she told:
Once there was a little dwarf who lived alone in the woods. He lived in a little blue house with a red chimney. He was very proud of his red chimney. He painted the chimney every spring.
The little dwarf was very good-natured except when he started to cook. He could not cook a decent meal to save his life. He went about all day humming a little song:
“I can live without clothing and live without books,
But how is a fellow to live without cooks?”
One day as he passed by a little brook he sang this song, and the brook said,
“If you take the pebbles from out this brook,
I will try to help you find a cook!”