“But,” said Scissors Shears, hopping up and down, “what I want to know is,—can you cut all that without help? May I ask what goods you will use for the afternoon dress?”
“This pretty red-dotted lawn,” said Mary Frances, “and this fine white lawn for the guimpe!”
“Will you, may I ask, please,—will you leave the lawn and pattern on the sewing table?”
“Oh, I know!” cried Mary Frances. “You want to help by cutting them out, Scissors Shears—but I will do my own making,—thank you.”
“How beautiful!”
When the afternoon dress was finished, Mary Frances slipped it on Mary Marie, sat her in her rocking chair, then stepped outside, and peeped in to see what the Thimble People would do. In a minute, they gathered in a circle around the pretty doll, and began singing:
“Proudie! Proudie!