“No, the time has gone very fast for me. It’s been lots of fun knowing you all and learning how to sew and make pretty things,” said Margaret looking at her tiny friends with shining eyes.
“We’ll always stick to you, My Lady,” they all cried.
“I’m glad, for I never could do without you. Oh, there goes that clock striking half-past five! It’s late. I must hurry to tidy myself before Father comes home to dinner. Good-bye, dears,” she said running out of the room.
Next morning early Sir Bodkin and the One-Eyes were wakened out of their sleep by a loud noise in their work-basket home.
“Tick-tick,” it sounded.
“Mercy sakes!” cried Sir Bodkin hopping up very much frightened. “I never heard such a queer noise in my life!”
Every one of the One-Eyed Fairies was frightened, too. There in the work-basket among the sewing things was a long blue box. The noise was coming from inside.
“Maybe it’s a bomb!” cried Baster who had a vivid imagination.
“It’s something terrible, I know!” said Hemmer timidly.