Just then Margaret came into the room. She was carrying something over her arm made of blue chambray material.
“Sir Bodkin!” she called. “Oh, there you are, you dear little man!” she cried spying him standing on the table.
“You’ve not forgotten us, My Lady?” he said brightening.
“Of course not, you queer little man, I need your help this minute.”
“Oh, that’s good news,” said Sir Bodkin looking quite himself again.
“Mother has cut out the duckiest apron and cap for me to wear when I cook and do housework. The hems on the edges must be sewed and then trimmed some way. Thought you could tell me how,” explained Margaret.
Sir Bodkin was so happy he called his One-Eyed Fairies from the work-basket to sing and dance on the table.
“Come one, come all,
Both great and small