“Ha! ha!” laughed Tommy Pin Cushion again.
“No,” exclaimed Scissors Shears, “you’re stuck on Tommy Pin Cushion—such taste!”
Mary Frances went into the room.
“Oh,” said Fairy Lady, “I was afraid you might not be alone.”
“Mary Frances!” came Aunt Maria’s voice from nearby.
Every Thimble person fell down where he was, and in a twinkle Fair Lady became Sewing Bird.
“I thought I wouldn’t trouble you to bring your work to me, so I’ve followed you to the sewing room,” said the old lady, “I thought I heard—I’m quite certain I heard some one talking.”
“I was afraid you might not be alone”
