“Here I am, My Lady,” she heard Sir Bodkin’s tiny voice answer from the needle-book in the work-basket. In a second the King of the One-Eyed Fairies hopped out of the basket and right up on the table beside her.
“What can we do for you to-day, My Lady?” he asked bowing low.
“I would like to sew my doll’s dress. Will you show me how?” replied Margaret.
“That I will. Come all you Stitchers!” he cried as loud as he could.
Out of the work-basket came a line of One-Eyed Fairies; some tall and thin, some short and fat. They danced on Margaret’s table, holding hands and singing this song in their comical way:
“Oh, we can baste and we can run,
And we can overcast.
We hem and gather, fell and tuck,
We all work very fast.
Please have the thread the proper length,