Chapter XXXIII
Mary Frances Visits Thimble Land
“TO-DAY I am to know all about where your dresses went, my dear Mary Marie, and I’m so excited I can hardly wait,” said Mary Frances, hugging the dolly close to her as she went into the sewing room.
“I am so
excited!”
Sewing Bird did not look up at her, nor seem to notice what she said.
“I wonder why Sewing Bird doesn’t glance at me,” she thought. “Dear little bird, she may be tired. I’m tired, too, really! Hu—hm,” she yawned, and leaned back in her chair, holding her arms closely about Mary Marie. “I believe I’ll just shut my eyes and wait for Sewing Bird to ‛come to.’”
Everything was quiet for a while, then suddenly a voice—the voice of Sewing Bird—