Then fringe each end, both you and I.
A girdle for a queen not neater,
No queen than dolly could be sweeter.”
“Isn’t that a lovely girdle!” exclaimed Mary Frances.
“It is!” agreed Fairy Lady, “and now, with the Needle-of-Don’t-Have-to-Try, finish the bath robe, ready for tacking the girdle in place.”
Twisting each end opposite way
“It’s the loveliest thing I’ve ever made,” cried Mary Frances, holding up the soft woolly robe to view, “and it’s all finished for my darling Mary Marie,—except the hook and eye.”
