Chapter XX
Ma Chine
THE sun shone brightly into the sewing-room; everything was neatly in place. Sewing Bird was sitting on her perch on the sewing table. Mary Frances’ work basket was at one end.
Sewing
Bird
on her
perch
That is the way things looked as Mary Frances peeped in the door to see what the Thimble People might be doing.
She was just about to enter, when she saw a little fluttering in the work basket.
“Oh, I do hope they’ll have some fun,” she thought.
Over the edge of the basket peeped the bright little eyes of Silver Thimble. Then he tumbled out on the sewing table.
“Why didn’t you step over, Silv?” asked Scissors Shears, stepping over the side of the basket.