Chapter XVII
Mary Marie’s Handkerchief
MARY FRANCES watched for the first chance to show the Thimble People her mother’s presents.
“It’s a
plow!”
When she knew her grandma was napping, she ran breathlessly up to the sewing room, leaving Mary Marie and her trunk outside the door.
“Oh, Thimble People,” she said, “listen! I can scarcely wait to tell you about the delightful surprise Mother has sent me. It is too beautiful—and you can all share it with me! Guess what it is! Guess!”
“That’s easy!” said Scissors Shears excitedly, “it’s a plow!”