“Oh, I ought to have known,” snickered Silver Thimble. “You always do write!”
“I am the only one of you who does, though,” and Pen Cil hopped on his one leg to the other end of the table. Jumping up and down, he began:
“All ready for the grand presentation? Let’s practice!”
“Not so fast! Not so fast! Mr. Pen Cil,” exclaimed Needle Book. “I lead!”
“Oh, beg your pardon,” said Pen Cil. “I forgot! I’m lead—ah, I’ve always been lead,” sighing.
“Ha! Ha!” laughed Tommy Pin Cushion, “tied to his miss’s apron-strings!”
“But where are the rest of us?” called out Scissors Shears.
“Ha! Ha!”