“I DO wonder what the Crochet People have planned for the next lesson,” thought Mary Frances as she went upstairs after breakfast the next morning.
When she went into the playroom she was surprised to find Mary Marie sitting on the side of her bed, trying to put on her little slippers.
“What!” exclaimed Mary Frances. “Awake so early—and trying to dress yourself?”
“’Es, Mamma,” answered Mary Marie. “I’se detting weady to doe to tool.”
“Bless your little heart!” cried Mary Frances. “Here, let me help you!” and she soon put on Mary Marie’s little shoes and stockings, and dressed her.
