Mrs. Bobbin, the dressmaker, was tired and had a bad headache, but she still managed to sew the last stitches in the gown she was making.
“It’s the most beautiful dress in the whole world!” said her daughter, Irene. “The duchess will love it.”
“It is nice,” her mother admitted. “But, dumpling, it’s for tonight’s ball, and I don’t have the strength to bring it. I feel sick.”
“Poor Mama,” said Irene. “I can get it there!”
“No, cupcake, I can’t let you,’ said Mrs. Bobbin. “Such a huge package, and it’s such a long way to the palace. Besides, it’s starting...
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