“Yes,” said Mary Frances, “my grandma sent me all she had. She kept the yarns which were left over from her work for years. Some of them are lovely. I meant to have them all wound into balls for this lesson, but I haven’t had time to do it.”
She opened the little chest, and you can imagine her surprise when she saw only neatly wound balls, instead of loose odds and ends and hanks and skeins of yarn.
“Why, who in the wide world did this?” she exclaimed.
“It makes me sigh
To say, ‘Not I,’”
sang Crow Shay.
“I am afraid it would make you die not to say anything,” said Wooley Ball.
“Oh, Wooley Ball