This pattern plate should remain permanently in book so that tracings on tissue paper can be made from it as required.
5. Facing the neck with the fitted facing.―Baste that on wrong side; then turn to the right side; turn in, and hem down.
7. Pocket hemmed at top. Turned in, and basted in place; stitched in place.
“That’s your week’s work,” said Fairy Lady, “if you finish it for the next lesson, I’ll be so proud.”
“And so will I!” laughed Mary Frances, resolving to work hard. “Good-day, dear Thimble People.”
“I’ll help her if I dare,” said Scissors Shears.
“What could you do, now?” asked Tommy Pin Cushion. “You’re in disgrace!”
“That will do!” said Sewing Bird. [Illustration: “What shall I do?” began Scissor Shears]
“DON’T you want to go with Grandma to-day?” asked her grandmother of Mary Frances.
“Where, Nanny?” inquired the little girl.
“Well,” said Grandma, “I’m going to take a trolley ride through the park.”
“Where the monkeys are?” inquired Mary Frances.
“Yes,” said Grandma. “I thought you’d like to share my ‛afternoon out.’”
“I dearly love monkeys,” said Mary Frances. “They crinkle up their faces so!”
“Come, then,” said Grandma, “get your hat!”
Mary Frances ran up-stairs. This is what she heard:
“I do hope the little lady will have it finished!”
“That’s Silver Thimble,” thought Mary Frances.
“Why do you say ‘Oh, good’?” asked Scissors Shears.
“Because,” answered Silver Thimble, “I know what fun she’ll have. I feel closer to my little Miss than any of you others can.”
“Ha!” laughed Tommy Pin Cushion, “but not love her better.”
“The dear things!” thought Mary Frances, “and I was going to run away! What can a flannel pet be? Is it a flannel cat, or rabbit, or dog?”
“Listen, Nanny,” said the little girl leaning over the banister, “will you feel much disappointed, dear Nanny, if I don’t go? I―I―”
“Why, no, my child!” said Grandma. Mrs. Bennett is going with me, so I’ll have company, but I thought you’d be lonely. Good-bye, dear,―take a nap if you feel like it.”
“Good-bye, Nanny dear,” smiled Mary Frances, throwing the old lady a kiss. “She really does spoil me, I fear,” she thought. “I never had my own way so exactly before.”
She dressed Mary Marie in the new morning dress.
“I certainly wish she had some petticoats,” thought the little girl, taking her into the sewing room.