Poor Mary Frances! She felt like crying when she thought of how Crow Shay, and Wooley Ball and the Yarn Baby had been planning to give her lessons.
“Are you nearly ready?” repeated Aunt Maria.
“Why, yes, Aunt Maria. I will be ready as soon as I get my knitting bag. I carried it upstairs,” she answered.
“I’ll wait for you right here at the foot of the stairs,” said her aunt. “Then we will go over to my house where no one will interrupt us.”
“Oh, dear,” thought Mary Frances. “I don’t want to go! I guess I shall have to, though. It would disappoint Aunt Maria so dreadfully if I did not.”
Mary Frances paused at the door of the room, thinking that she might hear her new friends talking, but there wasn’t a sound.
“Let me see—what shall I take?” she thought. “I don’t dare take the Yarn Baby. Aunt Maria would think it foolish. I do not want to take Wooley Ball for fear Aunt Maria will use her. I can take Crow Shay, though. He might enjoy the lesson!”
She selected some Germantown zephyr and put it into her knitting bag; then she carefully laid Crow Shay in.