“’Most everything needs a little dose of thread and needle after a vacation, I s’pose,” she said to herself.
When all the garments needing buttons were piled on her bed, Margaret called her little friend, but he did not respond from the work-basket at all.
“Whatever is the matter and wherever is he?” Margaret asked herself. Then she remembered that he and the others were still in the sewing-bag she had carried away on her trip. She found it hanging on a hook in her closet. When she pulled open the draw-strings, there they all were.
“Sir Bodkin!” she called.
“Where are we?” asked a sleepy voice.
“Safe at home again,” replied the little mistress. “I forgot to take you out and put you in your home. But first I’ll give you all a rest in the fresh air in the pincushion,” she said and stuck each one in as she talked.
“What are we to do to-day, My Lady?” asked Sir Bodkin from the table-top where he stood putting his crown on straight.
“I’m getting my clothes ready for school next week and there are some buttons to be fastened on,” she said.