“Is it a really, truly, true story?” asked Molly.
Then the other Babies laughed so hard that they rolled over and over on the floor, and at last they said, “Some day we will go in search of the magic spoon and the magic pitcher. May we go, Ma?”
The Ink-Bottle Mamma laughed and said, “It is time for you funny little Babies to go to bed.”
The Ink-Bottle Mamma read so slowly it had taken her all day to read the story.
The Babies went off happily to bed singing,
“Oh, the magic pitcher and magic spoon,
We will try to find them soon;
By and by to the woods we’ll go,
And meet the dwarf with his merry heigho!”