“Are you home already, Grandma?” asked Mary Frances. “I had no idea it was time for you to come.”
“Ah, my dear, you’ve not been lonely,” said Grandma—then discovering Sewing Bird on the table, “You’ve been playing with my old-fashioned sewing bird, I see. Many a year this pretty little beak has held Grandma’s long seams and hems while she sewed them.”
“My dear little girl,” said Grandma
“I think she’s lovely!” exclaimed Mary Frances.
“I love her, too, dear,” said Grandma, a far-away look coming in her eyes.
“The first time she ever helped me,” she added softly, “was with my wedding dress. Yes, I love her, too, dear.”
“Peep!” said a little bird voice.