The Laundry Bag
Sewing Bird sat up stiff and hard and metallic.
“Good joke!” giggled Scissors Shears, who had
jumped on the floor to scare her.
Mary Frances glanced at Sewing Bird, but the door knob
was turning, and she hastily threw her sewing into her basket.
“Bring a piece of white lawn for the next lesson,”
whispered Sewing Bird, throwing Mary Frances a kiss with the tip of her wing.
The door knob was turning—she
threw her sewing into her basket.