came the answer.
“Of course,—the basket’s your nest,” laughed Mary Frances, carrying Sewing Bird to her place on the table.
“I asked Grandma if I could have the sewing-room for my play-room, and she said, ’Certainly, my dear, you may—anything to keep you happy!’”
“Twitter, twitter, twitter, twit,” sang Sewing Bird—and somehow Mary Frances knew she meant, “I’m so happy, too.”
“Twitter, twitter, twitter, twit”
“I love to sit
And sing and sing—
But lesson time