“Oh, you funny man, that doesn’t rhyme very well,” laughed Margaret.
“You get my meaning,” said Sir Bodkin laughing himself.
“Look at the One-Eyes!” cried Margaret and they both turned to see the shining little needle Fairies playing football with the beeswax from the work-basket. They had been hearing so much about the game all the fall they thought they would try it themselves. Baster was referee. They would kick it high in the air and then catch it on their heads and run away with it all around the pincushion in fine style.
“Thank you, dear King, and take good care of yourself and your Fairies,” said Margaret before she left the room.
Sir Bodkin took a walk around the table-top then ordered his subjects into the pincushion for the night.
CHAPTER XIX RICKRACK TRIMMING
Sir Bodkin looked quite sad as he stood on Margaret’s table.
“It’s been a long time since she called me to help her,” he said to himself.