“Attention!”
roared
the King
Mary Frances was herself again—but a very tiny self and fine that Mary Frances thought it was spun of cobwebs. He held a long golden needle in his hand.
“Where are they?” he asked.
“Your Majesty,” said Fairy Lady, “here they are!”
“Oh,” said the King of Thimble Land to Mary Frances Work Basket, and Mary Marie Bees Wax. “Step up and bow!”
Mary Frances tried to kneel, thinking this was proper, but the King touched her with his wand; then he touched Bees Wax.
Mary Frances was herself again—but a very tiny self—not so large as Sewing Bird Fairy Lady,—and beside her was a little girl with golden curls, just half as tall as Fairy Lady.
“Mother!” said the tiny little thing, smiling to Mary Frances.
“Attention!” roared the King of Thimble Land.