They felt their kites pulling so hard that they began to go up, up, up. Before the Ink-Bottle Papa could stop them they had sailed out of sight!
The Ink-Bottle Babies said to the Papa, “We will go home and ask Mamma what to do. She always tells us what to do!”
Molly and Polly went up, and up, and up, and then just as suddenly they began to go down, and down, and down.
They said, “We wonder if we will come down on a feather bed?”
Did they come down on a feather bed? Oh no, they came down to a hole in the ground, and they went down in the hole, down, down, and they still held their kite strings, and they cried, “What a jolly ride, up and down, up and down.”
Pretty soon they came to a stop and landed right in a strawberry-bed.
They were so pleased to see the strawberries, that they forgot about their kites for the first time and let go of the strings. They began to pick berries and eat them as fast as they could.
“Led them into a room full of toys”