“Come,” thought Mary Frances. “If that little mischief keeps on, there will be a quarrel. I must go in,” and she entered the room.
“Why, how do you do, my new friends?” she said, speaking to Knit and Knack.
“Oh, they are pretty well, thank you,” answered Crow Shay. “Good-morning, Miss Mary Frances.”
The Yarn Baby’s hair rose high on her head. “Wait till you’re spoken to, Crow Shay!” said she.
Crow Shay stepped back on the table.
“You are Knit and Knack, my knitting needles. I know you well,” went on Mary Frances. “I do hope that you will help me learn to knit.”
“They’re crazy to,” began Crow Shay, “and I am——”
The Yarn Baby gave him such a hard push with her soft little elbow that he toppled off the table.
Then the Knitting twins had to laugh. They couldn’t help it.
