“I believe I’ll run up-stairs and ask Sir Bodkin to show me how to make these buttonholes,” she said to herself. Suiting the action to the word she picked up the new bloomers and ran up-stairs with them to her own room.
“Sir Bodkin,” she called.
“Here I come,” he answered hopping out of the work-basket.
“Do you know how to make buttonholes?” she asked him.
“Well I should say so,” he said.
“That’s fine, for I want to make two in the band of my new bloomers,” said Margaret.
“Have you any buttonhole scissors?” he then asked her.
“I think Mother has. I’ll run and get them,” Margaret replied, hurrying out of the room. In a jiffy she was back again with a pair of odd-looking scissors in her hand. They had a notch in the blades and a screw on the handle.
“There we are,” he cried; “now show me the buttons to go through the holes.”