“May I
see some
of your
work?”
“Mercy! Child!” exclaimed the old lady, “what an awful vow! But I’ll not tell, and if I give my word—”
“Oh, I am sure you won’t, Aunt Maria,—and—some day I’ll be able to tell you all about it.”
“Is it a book—like the cooking lessons,—that delightful secret? I won’t tell.”
“My!” thought Mary Frances. “Wouldn’t Sauce Pan laugh!”
“Not exactly like that,” said Mary Frances aloud, “and I know you’ll never-never tell, Aunt Maria,—but it’s a very-very serious secret, for nobody knows—not even Mother.”
“May I see some of your work, my dear?”
“I’ll bring some to show you,” she said. “Excuse me, please.”
She stood on the threshold of the sewing room a moment before entering. All the Thimble People were jumping around in excitement.
