“If she doesn’t get them done soon, Mary Marie will lose her bath,” whispered Tommy Pin Cushion, giggling, and he began to recite,—
“Oh, Missy, may I go in to swim?
Oh, yes, my darling rub-dub;
Hang your clothes on a towel-rack limb,
But don’t go near the bath-tub.”
Whispered Tommy Pin Cushion
“Tommy Pin Cushion!” exclaimed Mary Frances, picking him up and putting him on the window sill.