“Stick to us, stick to us,
Then you’ll never, never fuss,”
they were singing in a happy chorus.
“To your places!” ordered their King and they all disappeared. Then he made a low bow to Margaret and slipped away into the work-basket. Margaret laughed happily and ran off to show her mother what Sir Bodkin had helped her to do.
CHAPTER III THE STITCHERS, BASTER AND RUNNER
Margaret held up the little doll’s dress her mother had cut out for her to make.
“I wish that the One-Eyed Fairies would come and help me sew it together,” she said to her doll. She then took her work-basket and sat down by the table.
“Sir Bodkin,” she softly called.