“They’re gone!” cried Emery Bag
“What
shall
we do?”
“What—shall—I—do? What—shall—I—do? What—shall—I—do?” sobbed Mary Frances.
“What was in there?” asked Fairy Lady.
“Oh, that sweet little kimono and Mary Marie’s bath robe, and—her—her—everything—they were all in the trunk. Last night, when I finished her tippet, I put that in. I’m sure I did! I wanted to show them all to Mother, and now, I won’t have them. Oh, dear! Mary Marie has on her nightie—that’s all that’s left of her lovely, lovely things!”
“Perhaps you didn’t put them in the trunk,” suggested Scissors Shears; “one can be mistaken about such things.”
“I feel certain—sure,” said Mary Frances, “but I’ll go look in my room again.”