“She spends hours in the
sewing room.”
Showed
bundle
of patterns
“I made them, Mother,—I mean—I, and the Thimble People.”
“You made them!” exclaimed her mother; “not that lovely kimono and bath robe, and those cunning little bonnets, and that lovely automobile coat!”
“Every one!” cried Mary Frances, dancing up and down.
“Why, dear,” said her mother, “I cannot believe my eyes! I thought you did very, very well in the few sewing lessons by mail, but I never dreamed—”
“If the Thimble People hadn’t helped me, Mother, I never could have made them; and if you hadn’t sent me the beautiful goods, and my dear, lovely dolly, I couldn’t have done it! It had to be a secret until I finished the lessons—I couldn’t tell Grandma,—and I was crazy to tell you!”