Then the twenty-five Ink-Bottle Babies put on their caps and mittens, and went out doors. Mamma called to them to roll the snow over and over. Each Baby rolled a snow-man. “Put in sticks for arms,” she called. “Make eyes, and mouth, and nose.” My! what a jolly time the Ink-Bottle Babies had! They made a whole row of snow-men, and they worked so late that the stars came out and began to twinkle. Then twenty-three of the Babies said, “We are cold and hungry. We are going into the house.” Molly and Polly said, “Run on; we are not ready to go in yet.” So the twenty-three Babies ran in and found Mamma making gingersnaps in the kitchen. Then Molly said, “Hark! what is that?” Then Polly said “Hark! I hear something.” Just at that minute a tiny sleigh drew up at the door. It was the same sleigh that had been there before. In the sleigh sat the two little dwarfs. They sat very still. They had hidden their sleigh bells. The first little dwarf jumped out of the sleigh and whispered to Molly and Polly, “Have a sleigh ride? We will bring you home again safe and sound!” Then Polly said, “We must ask Ma.” And Molly said, “I will ask Ma.” The little dwarf winked his eye and said, “I have asked Ma already!” So Molly and Polly got into the sleigh and they bounded away, away, away over the snow. Why didn’t the Ink-Bottle Mamma come out and stop them? She was busy making gingersnaps! “Are you warm enough?” asked the first little dwarf. Then the second little dwarf began to sing in a drowsy voice, “Heigho! over the snow, Away in our little sleigh we go; Heigho! hear the merry winds blow; Away, away, away we go!” Pretty soon Molly and Polly went to sleep. When they woke up they found themselves in the cutest little house in the world. They were in the house of the two little dwarfs! The little dwarfs capered and danced about them and said, “You are the cutest Babies in the world. Come and see grandpa!” They went into the next room and there sat a very old dwarf. He stared at the Babies and said, “I am two thousand years old. Pray tell, how old are you?” “Say you are two hundred,” said the first little dwarf, stamping his foot at grandpa. Grandpa shook his head and said, “I have always been two thousand years old as long as I can remember.” He pointed his finger at Molly and Polly and said, “Can you tell the time?” Then he took a large gold clock out of his pocket. “I always carry a clock,” he said. “I don’t believe in watches. They run fast or slow.” Then he turned to the little dwarfs, and said, “Speaking of time, is supper ready?” The Ink-Bottle Babies stared at the clock. They could not tell the time. They said, “We must learn to tell time; there is so much to learn!” Just then the two little dwarfs said, “Come into the candy room,” and they all skipped into the next room. There were bookshelves of candy and sofas of candy, and chairs of candy! Molly and Polly clapped their hands with delight.