Mary Frances went to find her hat and jacket.
“When I know how, I shall make myself a sweater,” she thought. “I should like to make one for mother first though—a pink one trimmed with gray.”
“Come on, Mary Frances,” called Billy, “aren’t you ready?”
“Coming,” cried Mary Frances, running out the door.
In about an hour and a half she came back to the room. “Oh, I have been so worried!” she exclaimed. “Dear Knitting and Crocheting People, I forgot entirely to give Mary Marie her bottle.”
“I gave her her pacifier,” said Crow Shay.
“Oh, what a story!” cried Knit.