Mary Frances was astonished at what happened. No sooner did she start to make a row of stitches than the magic crochet needle darted ahead of her fingers and finished the row in a twinkle of an eye.
In about sixty twinkles the little shawl was finished.
“Oh,” gasped Mary Frances, “Oh, isn’t it wonderful?” and she held it up for all to admire.
“Put it away, my dear,” said Fairly Flew. “I do not have very long to stay. A few hours a day is all the time I have for any mortal. So let us get everything done that we can.”
