“Sewing Bird, that’s true!” exclaimed Scissors Shears, getting up, “Oh, the dear little Miss! Oh, what a lesson! I’m so sorry I lost my temper!”
“What can he have done?” thought Mary Frances, peeping in the door.
There on the sewing table was Scissors Shears looking woefully upon a pretty little doll’s dress carefully cut out and pinned together. All over it were gashes and slashes where his sharp feet had cut into the material.
All over it were gashes
“Good
afternoon!”
she
said
“What shall I do,” began Scissors Shears, “oh, Sewing Bird, what shall I do?—There’s no other goods! I took such care to make that so perfect,—ready for the little lady’s lesson to-day!”
“Come!” said Mary Frances to herself. “That’s enough! Poor old Scissors Shears!—I’ll pretend not to notice it.