“And now, not a word until it is finished!”
“What darlings!” she exclaimed, finally, holding up the little underwaist and flannel petticoat.
“Are they finished?” asked Fairy Lady, leaning forward in her rocking chair.
“Yes, all finished! If it hadn’t been for the Needle-of-Don’t-Have-to-Try, I’d have been a week doing them, I’m sure,” said Mary Frances.
“I’ll put them right on Mary Marie,” she added, “she seems so cold.”
“How must it be,
How must it be,
To be beloved
As well as she?”
sang Sewing Bird.