“Mercy!” exclaimed Crow Shay under his breath, as his face melted away.
Wooley Ball rolled over on her face.
The Yarn Baby fell over on her side and looked as dumb as a dumb-bell.
“I’m coming,” called Mary Frances. “I’ll be right down.”
“Oh, do not let anyone know about us,” muttered the Yarn Baby. “If you do, we’ll be deader than sixty coffin nails.”
“I’ll never tell about any of you, dear Yarn Baby,” whispered Mary Frances, hurrying away.
She had scarcely finished her dinner before her aunt came in.
“Seven o’clock,” said the old lady, after greeting the family; “seven o’clock is the time I said we would start our lesson, Mary Frances. Are you nearly ready?”