Just then some one tapped on the door. It was the Ink-Bottle Papa. He had been away for his health for a year and a day!
The Ink-Bottle Mamma was glad to see him again, you may be sure.
She said, “Hush, my dear, we may wake the Babies.” But she was not quick enough, for all the Babies woke up and began to come downstairs by twos and threes to see who had come to their house.
They hugged their dear Papa until he cried out, “Look in my pockets and see a surprise!”
Then the Ink-Bottle Babies looked in his pockets and drew out twenty-five little silver spoons.
They all looked exactly alike, and the Babies cried, “Thank you, Papa, we will call them our magic spoons.”
Then the Babies went to bed again.
CHAPTER VII
THE MAGIC KITES
The merry March wind is singing a song,