They were having the finest kind of a picnic right at home, in their own kitchen, when a voice called:
“I would like to come—I don’t wish to annoy,
Have you any room for the Gingerbread Boy?”
Three Little Baskets Sailed Down on the Kitchen Floor
The children rubbed their eyes to see if they were awake, and the Gingerbread Boy jumped in the window and sat on the ice box, fanning himself with a nasturtium leaf.
He laughed until his sides shook, saying:
“Don’t wake your mother, don’t make a noise,
The woods are full of Gingerbread Boys.”
Fairy Help-You-Out faded away, because she was no longer needed. For all I know, the Gingerbread Boy is with the children yet.