With a pretty sampler
Like the picture lying there;
If you work yours aright,
’Twill be a prettier thing,
That well may win a prize,
From our merry Thimble King.”
When
Mary
Frances
opened
her eyes
“All right!” laughed Mary Frances. “I’ll work from time to time on the Grand Sampler. But, Sewing Bird, will you tell me, please—are you—aren’t you, a real fairy? You seem so like a fairy ‘come true!’”
“Dear little Miss, I’ll give you