“Thank you very much, dear child”
Marked
off the
muslin
like
this
With a bound, a yellow lead pencil which lay on the machine, sprang over to the table and made a funny little stiff bow to Sewing Bird Fairy Lady, who picked up a big bodkin and, using it as a sceptre, touched him, saying—
“Mark off the muslin as I told you.”
To Mary Frances’ amazement, Pen Cil marked off the muslin like this:
“You may retire,” said Fairy Lady, “Thank you,—and Mary Frances, child, you may sew the muslin very much as you did the Canvas Sampler, with that finer red D. M. C. cotton, No. 12.”
“Am I to be forgotten?” came a tinkling sound from Mary Frances’ basket, as she started to sew.
“Who is that?” asked Mary Frances peeping over the edge.
“I’m Thimble!” exclaimed a wee little voice, “and the reason I always wear my helmet, is that I want to wield my sword,” as Mary Frances lifted him out.