“THERE!” exclaimed Crow Shay as Wooley Ball finished. “There! Hasn’t Wooley Ball long yarns to spin?”
Mary Frances laughed. “You little chatterbox,” she said, “I really believe that you are jealous!”
“I certainly do love to talk,” said Crow Shay; “but I admit I can’t tell about yarns the way Wooley Ball can.”
Here the Yarn Baby interrupted.
“If you will bring your chest of yarns, little Miss,” she said, “we will soon see if you have all those different kinds of yarns.”
Mary Frances went to the closet, and brought the chest to the sewing table.
As she pulled out the bright-colored yarns, some small white balls fell on the table.