Chapter IX
Magic and Mystery
“Can
I
talk?”
“I’M Cross Patch, Cross Patch!
Nobody dares to lift the latch!
I’m Cross Patch, Cross Patch!
Click—ety—clatch!
Cross Patch!”
Mary Frances heard this outside the sewing room door.
“My,” she thought, “that sounds like the scissors—I really believe it is!” She peeped in, and this is what she saw: