“I—I—put it there,” began Needle Book.
“Hush!” said Fairy Lady, holding up a finger. “Now, little Miss, see if you can make that stitch on muslin.”
Tumbled
into the
basket
“Very good, indeed.”
“Mary Frances! Mary Frances! Mary Frances!” came Grandma’s voice from the hall.
With one leap, Fairy Lady changed to Sewing Bird, and all the other Thimble People, who had been standing on the sewing table, tumbled head-over-tin-cups into the sewing basket.
“Yes, Grandma,” called Mary Frances, running out.
“Why, my dear,” puffed the old lady, climbing the last of the stairs, “I am home very early, you see. There was no regular meeting to-day because almost all the members of the Ladies’ Guild went to Daisy’s wedding. I’m home for some games with my little girl.”
“Oh, Nanny-dear, will you play ‛Piddy-Pinny-Plump?’” asked Mary Frances.