We make a pretty chain.”
Around the neck one inch from the edge frolicked the Crewel One with the floss in his eye and the pink fingers of Margaret’s right hand holding him. In her left hand she held the dress. Looping and stepping along their way a pretty trimming was soon formed. When the chain was finished, the floss was fastened securely on the wrong side of the dress.
“That looks good. Now do the armholes the same way. Be sure you link the two ends of the chain together on the underneath side of each armhole before you fasten the floss,” said the King.
“Yes, Sire,” answered the Crewel One respectfully.
He and Margaret worked busily for a while.
“Now they are both done and my dress is trimmed. I must say it looks wonderful!” said Margaret at last.
Crewel skipped away to the table-top and began to jump rope with the strand of floss that was left over.
“I didn’t know you liked to jump rope as we girls do,” said Margaret to him, laughing.
“I must keep myself in trim, you know,” he said very seriously.