“Come, Mary Frances,” again called Grandma. “Why, dear child,” she said, kissing the little girl, “it’s nearly six o’clock, and we old ladies have been so busy living in the past that we almost forgot the present—that’s you.”
I’m learning to sew,” whispered
Mary Frances
Chapter XXII
A Ruined Dress
“SO the Old Grunt had to go home,” said Scissors Shears, standing on one pointed toe.
“I don’t care a tinkle”