Forever and ever!”
sang Crow Shay, poking his little round head up through the top of the bag.
“Oh, are you going to be bad?” sighed the Yarn Baby. “Get down in there!” She pushed his head down into the bag and tied it shut.
“Now, he’s shut up,” she said, settling down beside the bag, and smoothing her hair, which had begun to stand up.
She was just in time, too, for as she finished putting the last strand in place the door opened, and in stepped—Mary Frances’ Aunt Maria!
“For the land’s sake!” she exclaimed. “For the land’s sake! So that is where Mary Frances left her knitting bag! I’ve hunted high and low for it. I never thought to look on the floor!”
She sat down on Mary Frances’ little rocking-chair and emptied Wooley Ball and Crow Shay on her lap.