“Here!” exclaimed Scissors Shears. “Here is some muslin on the table. I’ll cut out the white pet,—petty,—petticoat! That’s parsed now, I guess!”
“It’s not fit!” replied Emery Bag.
“It’s not fight, you mean,” interrupted Scissors Shears.
“It’s not fitted, you mean,” exclaimed Tommy Pin Cushion.
“It’s not fit! I tell you!” again exclaimed Emery Bag.
“Well, Red-in-the-face—, Brave,” interrupted Scissors Shears, “what’s not fit?”
“It’s all in the fit,” sullenly muttered Emery Bag.
“How do you know?” exclaimed Tommy Pin Cushion. “Did you ever have a fit?”
“Of course, I have! Whenever I have my cover on!”
