“What’s that?” The Yarn Baby suddenly sat up, her hair standing out straight on her head. It always stood up straight and stiff when she was excited. “You know very well, Wooley Ball, that I was chosen to direct these lessons.”
“Please excuse me?” begged Wooley Ball. “I am always so interested in knitting and crocheting that sometimes I forget myself, I fear.”
The Yarn Baby’s hair slowly settled back into place. She smoothed and patted it down carefully.
“It so happens that I felt that Crow Shay had best commence the lessons,” she said.
Crow Shay glanced over at the Knitting Twins.
“Get the hook!” laughed the Knitting Needles. “We shall have lots of fun listening to the crocheting lessons.”
“All right,” cried Wooley Ball to Crow Shay; “let’s get ready, Hookey. I’ll chase you into the Red Cross knitting bag!” and away hopped Crow Shay, while the big ball rolled after him. Right down into the bottom of the big bag they landed and Crow Shay cuddled up close to Wooley Ball.
[Illustration: Into the Red Cross knitting bag.]
“We shall have a splendid time with Miss Mary Frances, don’t you think, Wooley Ball?” asked Crow Shay.
“Indeed we shall,” said Wooley Ball warmly. “If we begin to have the fun the Thimble People had, we shall feel very happy.”
[Illustration: She smoothed it down carefully.]
[Illustration: “But don’t you remember?”]
FOR a long time Wooley Ball and Crow Shay lay very still in the knitting bag, hoping that Mary Frances would soon come into the room.
At length Crow Shay began to move about restlessly.
“Do be quiet,” whispered Wooley Ball softly. “If you don’t stop jumping about, you’ll punch a hole in the bag!”
[Illustration: Wooley Ball lay very still.]
“I can’t keep still,” complained Crow Shay; “my foot’s asleep! My, how it hurts!”
“How does it feel?” asked Wooley Ball, in sympathy.
[Illustration: Hoping Mary Frances would come.]
“Just like tiny mosquito bites all over me which scratching won’t help.”
“I guess you mean moth bites!” exclaimed Wooley Ball.
“Will you two keep still?” said the Yarn Baby, tapping upon the knitting bag with her soft little fist. “I think that I hear footsteps.”
“Don’t speak to me now, Don’t speak to me never; And I will be quiet Forever and ever!”