“Her knee is mended, too,” he said smiling to himself. Then he took a good look around to see if everything in the work-basket was in order.
“It’s time we all had an emery plunge,” he was saying to himself as he slipped quietly into the basket.
CHAPTER VII THE DOLL’S BLANKET
One day in early spring Margaret was making up her doll’s bed with its clean white sheets and pillow-slips.
“Dear child, it seems to me you are not warm enough this weather. You should have a warm blanket to sleep under. I’ll ask Mother for something to make one,” she said. Smiling fondly at her child, Margaret went to see what her mother might have in her piece-box that could be used to make a tiny blanket.
Now Margaret’s mother was a very wonderful woman. She never turned her little girl away empty-handed when she came asking for something to make her play more interesting. As it happened, there was in her piece-box a piece of lovely white flannel just large enough for a doll’s blanket. She gave it to Margaret to use. Skipping happily away the small mother came back to her own room and showed it to her doll-child.
“This will make you a pretty blanket,” she said. Then she turned to her work-basket and called, “Sir Bodkin! Please bring out the One-Eyed Fairies!”