Polly said, “I must go and call Peter. I must introduce him to the Gingerbread Boy!”
Peter had been thinking about the picnic, but he tried to amuse the baby by playing ball, and at this very minute in came Polly to tell about the Gingerbread Boy.
To their surprise the Gingerbread Boy said,
“If you will eat my hands and feet
You’ll find you’ve something very sweet.”
“Oh, oh,” cried the children, “It would not be polite to eat you!” But all this time they crept nearer and nearer.
The Gingerbread Boy said:
“Come, nibble my fingers; come nibble my toes!
I can run—that’s the way the Fairy Tale goes!”
Peter nibbled the toes and Polly nibbled the fingers, while the baby stood by and clapped his hands with delight.