“Tate Mary M’rie for a walk, Mamma?” the little doll asked as Mary Frances took her up in her arms; but when they reached the foot of the stairs, Mary Marie began to look like a doll again, and stared at things just as dolls do.
“She is afraid some one will see her, and the fairy has told her not to talk,” thought Mary Frances. “I guess I’ll take her upstairs again so as to be safe.” And she went to the playroom.
“Nice walk,” said Mary Marie, leaning her head on Mary Frances’ neck sleepily. So Mary Frances undressed her and put her to bed and then went out to play.
CHAPTER XXII THE FIRST KNITTING LESSON
MARY FRANCES stopped at the door of the sewing room when she went upstairs the next morning after breakfast, for she was sure that she heard a voice.