“Oh, goody!” exclaimed Wooley Ball. “I see that you are not going to let the moths eat up your treasures. Moths hate camphor and moth balls. I just love them.”
“Oh, I know about moths,” said Mary Frances. “I learned a sad lesson about them. Once my aunt knit my doll a little——”
“Did you say Knit?” came a little voice.
“Did you say Knit?” came another little voice.
“Who was that?” asked Mary Frances.
“Oh, that’s only Knit and Knack, the Knitting Twins,” answered Crow Shay.
He turned toward the table where they lay.
“You two go to sleep again!” he said. “It’s not your turn yet.”