CHAPTER XV
AMOS APPEARS
Anne picked up her thimble and said: “I’m sorry I went to sleep. I sewed only a little.”
“Let me see,” and Mrs. Freeman picked up the dress, and looked at the neatly stitched seams. “These seams are all stitched,” she said smilingly.
Anne looked at them in surprise. “Did you do them?” she asked.
Mrs. Freeman shook her head. “No,” she replied; “you see, I went to sleep, and awoke only a few moments since.”
Anne hardly knew what to make of this, for she was quite sure that she had waked when Rose entered the room.
“P’raps it’s fairies!” said little Millicent hopefully. “Don’t you know about fairies, Anne?” and Millicent came close to Anne and laid the beloved “Martha” in her lap. “I’ll tell you,” she went on, in response to Anne’s puzzled look. “Fairies are little, oh, littler than my thumb. I’ve never seen one, but Caroline’s grandmother saw one, and real good children may see them some time.”
“But how could anything so small sew?” questioned Anne.