A LITTLE SEAMSTRESS.
Reading edition
By Mary E. Wilkins.
She sat in her little rocking-chair, a-sighing and twirling her thumbs: “Oh, everything for my doll is done, and never to mending comes! I haven’t a morsel of sewing!—Dear Mother, in all the town, Can’t you find me one doll, no matter how small, who will wear out her gown?”