Fairy Lady smiled thoughtfully. “You might tell her you have a little friend who—”
“Excuse me—friends!” corrected Silver Thimble.
“‛Friends,’” repeated Fairy Lady, “who taught you a little about sewing. It would make your mother happy, I should think.”
“Yes!” nodded Mary Frances. “Of course, that’s right! And I will feel much nearer to my mother then, and can tell her some day. Do you know, Sewing Bird Fairy Lady—I would,—even as much as I love my dear Grandma,—I would be ex-ceed-ing-ly lonely without my Thimble People.”
“Lottie, who lives across the street,” she went on, “is lots of fun. I want to teach her to sew some day—may I, Fairy Lady?”
“Lottie is lots of fun”
“Oh, to be sure,” said Fairy Lady, “after you have finished with us.”
“But I don’t want you to be Never-Nevers!” said Mary Frances.