“I wonder which would be nicer, a design or her initials done in cross-stitch?” she was asking herself.
Looking up she saw Sir Bodkin hopping out of the work-basket.
“So it’s cross-stitch to-day, My Lady?” he said.
“Yes it is. How bright you are to guess,” Margaret answered laughing. She showed him the towel to be trimmed and waited for him to speak.
“First of all, we must have some canvas fine enough to work eight cross-stitches to the inch. We use the threads of the canvas as guides where the cross-stitches are to be made. Second, we must have some embroidery cotton to make the crosses,” he told Margaret.
She went to ask her mother for these things. They were found in her magic sewing-box, and when Sir Bodkin saw her coming back into the room with the canvas and blue embroidery cotton in her hand he called Baster out to help. Baster fastened the canvas nice and straight to the center of one end of the towel, on the right side just above the hem. Then Crewel was harnessed with a strand of the blue cotton in his long eye.
“What is the design to be?” asked Sir Bodkin.
Cross-stitch