“Every doll in the world ought to have a sweater,” he declared. “And the sooner Fairly Flew comes, the sooner Mary Marie will get one.”
So Mary Frances said the magic rhyme:
“Fairy Fairly Flew,
Please come, for I need you;”
and the fairy helper came.
“What do you wish for?” she asked, seating herself in the doll’s rocking-chair.
“A sweater for Mary Marie, dear Fairly Flew,” Mary Frances answered.