With that, out sprang all the needles and pins—even a few safety pins Mary Frances had put in one corner of her work box; all the buttons, and all the other little findings; so many, Mary Frances couldn’t see where they came from.
Then Sewing Bird, who had been looking on with interest, began to sing:
“Now, listen here,
This must be clear:
This Presentation Party
Is for our little Mistress dear—
Look out, there, Mr. Smarty!”
as Scissors Shears nearly tumbled off the table.
“I will take