“Oh! perhaps she’ll remember where she put us!” the poor little King kept saying to his subjects.
Margaret came out of the kitchen and was about to go up-stairs when she remembered her little friends. Picking them up again in her hand she carried them this time safely up-stairs to her own room and stuck them in the tomato pincushion.
“To-morrow I’ll give you all a nice emery bath,” she said to them.
CHAPTER XII LACY FRILLS
Margaret held up the dainty new white dress she had been making for her doll. It was now all finished except the lace frills.
“When we sew the lace around the collar and sleeves for trimming, your new dress will be ready for you to wear to the tea-party to-morrow,” said the little mother to her doll as she tried on her new dress.
“Doesn’t she look sweet!” whispered all the little One-Eyed Fairies to each other, peeping out of the work-basket to look at the doll in her pretty white dress which they had just helped to sew. They were very fond of Margaret and her doll.
“Sir Bodkin!” Margaret called to the King.
“Here I am, My Lady,” he answered scrambling out of the work-basket and up to the top of the table. He leaned himself against the pincushion.