CHAPTER XXX DOLL’S SLEEVELESS SWEATER
WHEN she came back, Mary Frances had the rice; and she soon finished the little bean bag.
“Won’t Mary Marie be delighted with this surprise?” she said. “I feel almost like waking her up.”
“Oh, don’t do that,” said Fairly Flew, “because we will soon have another surprise for her if you will work hard.”
“Indeed I will,” promised Mary Frances. “I wonder what it is?”
“Guess!” said Crow Shay.
“A—a wash rag?” guessed Mary Frances.
“No,” said Fairly Flew. “Guess again.”
“A—a stocking?” guessed Mary Frances again.
“Oh, no,” laughed Crow Shay,
“It’s something better—
It’s a sweater.”
“Is it?” cried Mary Frances. “Is it? Why, that’s just exactly what I’d wish for most of all things!”
“It is,” answered Fairly Flew, “and this time Wooley Ball is going to give the directions.”
“Oh, I am so glad!” exclaimed Mary Frances. “I have wondered and wondered why she is so quiet.”
Everybody looked at Crow Shay. Crow Shay looked ashamed.
“I’ll tell you about it,” he said at length. “You see, I talked so much that Wooley Ball made a bargain with me. She said that if I would talk only half that I wanted to, she wouldn’t talk at all, and we’ve both kept our bargain.”
Then everybody began to laugh. Wooley Ball laughed most heartily of all.
“You see, it isn’t hard for me to keep the bargain,” she said, “because, while I like to tell about yarns, I’m not much of a yarn spinner. Still, if our Fairly Flew wishes, I shall feel honored to tell how to make—
