Everybody was there! Scissors Shears, Silver Thimble, Pen Cil, Needle Book, and all the others.
My! they were delighted to see them, and gathered about, asking all kinds of questions.
“You’re a Work Basket”
“How does it seem to be a basket?” asked Scissors Shears.
“It’s lovely
to be
able to
speak”
“I feel just a little wooden,” said Mary Frances, “and rather too large around for my arms,—but very contented.”
“Oh, Bees Wax,” laughed Tommy Pin Cushion, talking to Mary Marie, “you always had a waxen look to me.”