“With all their buttons behind them.”
“You will find them all again!”
“Oh, thank you, my dear friends,—when will that be?” cried Mary Frances, brightening up.
“Not until to-morrow. Come early if you can—we think we will get word from the Thimble King to-morrow; but we must wait.”
“Is it a secret? Oh, I’m so relieved!” said Mary Frances, “and Mary Marie will be all right in this warm weather in only her nightie;—but I can borrow one of Angie’s dresses! I forgot!—I’ll go put it on her.”
“What—shall—I—do? What—shall—I—do?”