The fairy let Mary Frances use her magic needles, and the little outfit was finished before three o’clock in the afternoon.
Mary Frances put the sweater and wristlets and helmet on the doll and hid it away.
“I do not believe that Billy will miss it,” she told the Knitting and Crocheting People; “and I do want to surprise him some day. He will be so pleased.”
“That chap won’t take cold on any of his air trips, no matter how high he goes,” remarked Crow Shay,
“In coldest weather,
Without a feather,
He’ll feel like a bird
Upon my word.”
“Oh, you’re a little parrot-bird yourself. Keep still, will you?” whispered Wooley Ball, laughing.