“Why?” asked Tommy Pin Cushion.
“I don’t care a tinkle,” exclaimed Silver Thimble, “why she went—I’m only glad we’re to have the little Miss to ourselves once more!”
“Humph!” exclaimed Ma Chine, “if Sewing Bird were awake, little you’d speak in so cutting a way about an old lady, Scissors!”
“Click! Click! Clickety-click! Rip-her-up-the-back!” snapped Scissors Shears, making across the table.
“You old Thread Chewer, you!” he exclaimed, “everybody knows you have wheels in your head! You old Thread Chewer! You—! You! I double dare you to—”
“Zumm! Zumm! Zumm!” Ma Chine began to whirl.
“Oh, what are the comical things going to do,” thought Mary Frances at the door. “I do hope no harm will be done! I’ll wait a minute and see.”
If Sewing Bird were awake