Polly said, “I am crying because Molly is crying.” Molly said, “I am crying because we have no grandma and grandpa to go to see on Thanksgiving Day.” Then all the Ink-Bottle Babies said, “We want a grandma and grandpa, boo-hoo!” The Ink-Bottle Mamma said, “Dry your eyes, and I will tell you what to do.” Then the Ink-Bottle Babies dried their eyes and Mamma said, “Suppose we go and spend Thanksgiving Day with the farmer and his wife!” The Ink-Bottle Babies clapped their hands and shouted, “Hurrah! hurrah!” When they had stopped their noise, Mamma said each Baby should take a pie in a little basket to the farmer and his wife. Then she took the Babies to the pantry and showed them twenty-five little pies all in a row. The Ink-Bottle Babies were so anxious to start that they said, “To-morrow will never come!” The Ink-Bottle Mamma knew a few things to make the time pass, so she said, “Who will sweep my floor? Who will dust my chairs? Who will wipe my dishes?” Then the Ink-Bottle Babies all set to work at once, and they swept the floor and dusted the furniture, and they wiped the dishes, and soon the work was all done. At bedtime the Babies said, “Three cheers for the farm. Hurrah for the farmer and his wife! Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!” Then they all went to bed and fell asleep. Early next morning the Ink-Bottle Babies were all ready to start. Each one carried a basket. The Ink-Bottle Mamma locked the house and put the key under the doormat. Then they were all ready to go. They walked a long way, and were getting quite tired, when a man came along in his automobile. He said, “You cunning little Babies, where are you going?” Then the Babies shouted, “We are going to the farm. We are going to see the farmer and his wife, and we are taking them some pumpkin pies!” The man said, “I will take you to the farm if you will give me one or two of your pies!” He said, “I have not tasted a pumpkin pie for forty years!” The Ink-Bottle Babies wept to think of a man not tasting a pie for so many years, and they all crowded around the automobile and cried, “Take mine! Please take mine!” Then the Ink-Bottle Mamma stepped up and said, “Please Sir, we need all these pies to-day, but if you care to give us a ride and then will call at my house to-morrow you may have all the pies you can carry.” The man was delighted, you may be sure. He helped the Ink-Bottle Mamma right into the automobile and called to the Babies, “Pile in, one and all!” Soon they were all riding merrily along the road. The man allowed Polly and Molly to blow the horn and they rode right into the farmer’s yard and right up to his front door. The farmer’s wife came out and cried, “Bless my soul! What a fine automobile! And bless my soul! Here are the Ink-Bottle Babies again!” Then the farmer heard the noise and came out and said, “Bless my buttons! Let me count the Babies! Yes, they are here, every last one of them!”