When the Yarn Baby had finished giving the long directions for the slippers, Crow Shay, who had been very quiet, could not keep still another second.
“Whew! Yarn Baby!” he broke in. “Whew! How do you know so much? You certainly are a woolly-headed know-it-all!”
At first the Yarn Baby did not know what to say to this impudent speech. Then her hair stood up stiff and straight.
“If I’m—if I’m a woolly-head,” she cried, “you’re an old bone-head! So you are! So there!”
Crow Shay grew pale, stood up on end and started for the Yarn Baby, when Wooley Ball just rolled in his way and Crow Shay pitched over her, head first.
“Mind your manners, Crow Shay! Mind your manners!” said Wooley Ball calmly.
All the Knitting People laughed merrily at Crow Shay’s silly caper, except poor Crow Shay, who looked a little ashamed of himself.
