CHAPTER VI CROW SHAY’S RELATIVES
WOOLEY BALL and the Yarn Baby looked over the yarns that Mary Frances had put on the sewing table.
“These are just right,” said the Yarn Baby. “You have every kind of wool here that we shall need. Will you see that all the yarns are wound into very, very loose balls before your next lesson?”
“Yes,” promised Mary Frances, “I will wind them over my hand the way Aunt Maria does, so that the balls feel quite ‘spongey.’ I wish that all yarns came from the factories wound in balls, though!”
“You are not the first person to wish that,” said the Yarn Baby. “Hanks and skeins are much harder for a child to manage than balls. Now, if you please, we will talk a few minutes about crochet hooks.”
Wind Yarns Over the Hand
Crow Shay rolled his eyes toward the Yarn Baby, but did not say a word.
“Come, Crow Shay,” said the Yarn Baby; “you may tell us about all your little and big relatives.”
Then Crow Shay began to tell about—
