Crow Shay was wild with excitement when Mary Frances finished the little hat and put it on Mary Marie’s head.
“Look at yourself in the glass now, Mary Marie,” he exclaimed. “You’re the most beautiful——”
“Oh, don’t make her too vain!” said Mary Frances. “She has had so much given to her that I’m afraid she will be spoiled as it is.”
“She needs one thing more, though,” said Crow Shay.
“What is that?” asked Mary Frances.
“Why, don’t you see how cold her hands look?” asked Crow Shay.
“Hands told!” said Mary Marie. “Hands told!”
“Oh, you little mischief!” laughed Mary Frances. “You little scamp! I don’t think your hands are cold.”
