“Of course we had them just like everybody else but we never saw them. They were very funny; you’ll laugh when I tell you their names,” said Sir Bodkin.
“Oh! please tell me!” urged Margaret.
“Well, thorns and briers were their names!” he said.
“Why, how funny, for they grow outdoors on trees and bushes!” cried Margaret trying not to laugh for she thought this sounded very queer.
“Just so. Yes, our great-grandparents, as I’m telling you, used to grow outdoors. They were the first One-Eyed Fairies. The people who made them lived outdoors, too. Then our grandparents were made of ivory and bone and were cut from bones and tusks. They lasted many a long day, I can tell you. Even to-day when some place is uncovered where people used to live hundreds of years ago, you’ll find a grandparent lying fast asleep with one eye open wide.”
“You are a funny man. I never know what you are about to tell me,” Margaret said to him. “Now that reminds me that Mother has cut out and hemmed on the machine, the dearest little white apron for me to give my Grandma Thanksgiving Day when we go there to dinner. Do you know how to put in tucks?”
“Upon my word I do. Just show me where they’re to go and I’ll show you how to put them in,” proudly said Sir Bodkin.
Margaret went to get the gift and soon returned with it.
“Look here!” she said and held up a piece of white lawn, hemmed on the sides and across the bottom. It was twenty-seven inches wide and several inches longer.