CHAPTER XI A ROSE SCARF
“WHAT color would you like to use for Mary Marie’s scarf, little Miss?” asked the Yarn Baby.
“I think this is pretty,” answered Mary Frances, lifting a ball of rose-colored Germantown zephyr.
“Mary Marie arose, arose,
‘A rose,’ she cried, ‘A rose
Scarf, I propose,’”
said Crow Shay.
“Will you keep still!” screamed the Yarn Baby, her hair standing out in all directions. At least she tried to scream, but her voice sounded like a zephyr wind. “You are so full of mischief, I don’t see how you will do any work to-day,” she added.
“I love to work,
I never shirk,
Nor do I jerk my work
When I do work,”
sang Crow Shay.
“You generally do work pretty well,” admitted the Yarn Baby, “but you are pretty slow sometimes.”
“We haven’t been very fast about getting those directions,” said Crow Shay.
The Yarn Baby took the hint and gave the directions for—
