“It is lovely to be able to speak,” said Bees Wax, otherwise Mary Marie. “I would like to thank Mamma, and you all—”
“Here comes His Majesty!” exclaimed Scissors Shears. Everybody bowed toward the ground except Fairy Lady, and Mary Frances Work Basket, and Mary Marie Bees Wax.
Mary Frances looked up.
Coming between two huckleberry bushes (trees, Mary Frances thought them) was an airship made of golden basketry. Gracefully down it floated, with a little zdud! zdud! sound, and in it sat—Mary Frances knew him in a minute—the King of Fairy Thimble Land!
His coat was of green and gold, but it was so glossy and fine that Mary Frances thought it was spun of cobwebs. He held a long golden needle in his hand.
“Oh, Bees Wax,” laughed Tommy Pin Cushion
Mary Frances was herself again—but a very tiny self