NO sooner had the Yarn Baby finished speaking than out of the chest there flew a fairy!
She was so dainty and beautiful that Mary Frances felt that she would never dare to touch her.
Her dress was made of some silvery cobwebby stuff and she wore a golden cap.
“My name is Fairly Flew,” she said, flying over on the table near to Mary Frances. “I love to help people who try to learn. I am the teacher of the Crocheting and Knitting People. If I lend you one of my magic needles, your work will go so fast that you will say that the needle fairly flew. That is how I came to be called Fairly Flew.”
“Oh!” whispered Mary Frances, “another wonderful helper from Fairyland!”
“Yes,” laughed the silvery voice of Fairly Flew. “Ready to help, always ready to help those who try, try, try again. How can I help you?”