Then the little dwarfs rushed at him from one side, and the Babies rushed at him from the other side, and the magic spoon began to beat everybody, and at last they all ran back to the home of the little dwarfs. Where the magic spoon went nobody knew. Then the five and twenty little dwarfs cried, “We will not cry, we will not sigh, The magic spoon will soon pass by!” Pretty soon the magic spoon came dancing along and said, “I will go and hide upon your shelf, If you’ll let me go and help myself!” The dwarfs replied, “Oh magic spoon, ’tis very clear To every one, you’re welcome here.” The magic spoon was so pleased then that it began to stir the river that flowed by the little dwarfs’ home, and the river became solid gold! The little dwarfs sang, “Ha! ha! ha! when we are old, We shall never want for gold!” Then they ran and got five and twenty little bags, and they began to break up the gold in the river and fill their bags. Still there was more gold than the little dwarfs could carry away. At last the little dwarfs were done working and the Ink-Bottle Babies were tired and sleepy and they said, “Tell us a story, please.” Then one little dwarf told this story: Once upon a time there was a little dwarf who had a rocking-chair. The rocking-chair was a pretty one; it had golden rockers and golden arms. It was a very comfortable rocking-chair! One day a dwarf got into the chair. He was a very naughty dwarf. He would not say, “Thank you,” and “If you please.” Now, the chair took him for a ride and said, “Say ‘thank you for this ride,’ Or you will have to stay inside!” The naughty dwarf shook his head and cried, “You’ll not teach me manners, I do declare, You funny little rocking-chair!” [Illustration: “_Splash! the chair went right into the water_”] The chair said, “You may laugh and cry and even shout, Without ‘Thank you, Sir!’ you don’t get out!” Then the dwarf began to laugh and cry and shout, for he was stuck fast in the rocking-chair, and he could not get out! Now the chair was in earnest and it rocked as fast as it could down to a river and the dwarf cried, “What are you about? What are you about? If we rock in there, we will never get out!” Splash! the chair went right into the water. It came up by and by and the little dwarf shouted, “Thank you, thank you, please take me out, Thank you, thank you, I’ll laugh and shout!” Then the chair took the dwarf out and set him on dry land. Now as soon as the dwarf was free he would not say “Thank you,” again, and the chair said, “I will teach him a lesson this time.” So the chair asked the little dwarf to take another ride, and he rocked him away, away, away up north to the land where the polar bear lives. Then he rocked him right into a snowdrift. The little dwarf nearly froze his toes and fingers, and the chair said, “I’ll leave you in this drift of snow, For far away I soon will go!”