“That’s better,” she said as it slipped easily through Hemmer’s little eye.
After taking two back steps on the edge of the hem to fasten the thread, Hemmer began to step daintily along, singing:
“First through the dress,
Then through the hem,
And now we do it all over again.
Stitches must not on the right side show,
So put me through lightly as onward we go.”
Hemming
“I love hemming!” cried Margaret as Hemmer slipped through the dress and then through the hem edge with Margaret’s little pink thumb and forefinger holding her, and her silver thimble on her middle-finger pushing her. Margaret’s left hand was holding the hem.