To you we say—
Yarn Baby, Wooley Ball
And I, Crow Shay,”
sang the little fellow, as Mary Frances lifted them out.
“Oh, can you all talk?” she asked in delight. “Can they, Crow Shay?”
“‘Can they crochet?’” repeated Crow Shay, “‘Can they crochet?’ Why, I don’t think they can. They can only help. Crow Shay Hooks are the only ones who really can crochet!”
“Oh, I see,” said Mary Frances, even though she did not understand exactly what he meant.
By this time the Yarn Baby’s hair was standing on end. She looked so wild that Mary Frances pretended to be frightened and began to move away.
