“Serves him right,” murmured Emery Bag; “I
hope Fairy Lady won’t ask him to the sewing
party to-day,—she really arranges all these lessons.”
“Don’t fear! Don’t fear!
Mr. Emery Bag;
You’ve got Silv Thimble’s
Very last tag,”
sang Sewing Bird.
“Good!” thought Mary Frances. “Now, I’ll go
in.”
“My, I’m glad I got that child
to sleep”