“Sir Bodkin, Sir Bodkin,
I need your help to-day,
To work out this picture
In colors so gay!”
sang Margaret to the tiny King in her work-basket.
“I’m singing everything now, just like the One-Eyes,” she laughed to herself.
Sir Bodkin hopped out of the basket.
“Good for you, and very well done,” said he climbing upon the arm of Margaret’s chair. “Let me see the pictures to be embroidered.”
She spread the tiny covers on her lap for him to look over.