CHAPTER VIII BROTHER JIM’S MARBLE-BAG
“Sir Bodkin!” called Margaret one warm spring day. The One-Eyed Fairies had been having a long rest in their home. They were very glad to hear Margaret’s voice again.
“She wants us!” they cried excitedly.
“Hush!” commanded their King, “she wants me. Everybody wait until I see who is needed to-day.” He hopped so quickly out of the work-basket that he fell headlong to the floor.
“Goody me!” cried Margaret picking him up and sticking him in the red tomato pincushion. “Are you hurt?”
“Oh no! that’s nothing. One of the chief sports of our band is floor-falling. We love to slip to the floor so we can be picked up. It’s very good for your waist-line,” said Sir Bodkin.
Margaret laughed. “You’re a funny man,” she said.
“Did you want me for anything to-day, My Lady?” he asked.
“Yes, I wanted to make a good strong bag for Jim’s marbles. They’re always falling out of his pockets and rolling all over the floor for us to step on. We nearly break our necks,” she replied.