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                          THE ONE-EYED FAIRIES


[Illustration: He fell headlong to the floor.]




                          THE ONE-EYED FAIRIES


                                   By
                        GEORGIA ELDREDGE HANLEY

                With Decorations, Pictures, and Diagrams
                                   By
                              JULIA GREENE

[Illustration]

                                 BOSTON
                       LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.




                            COPYRIGHT, 1924,
                     BY LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.

                         _All Rights Reserved_

                          The One-Eyed Fairies


                          Printed in U. S. A.

                             Norwood Press
                          BERWICK & SMITH CO.
                             NORWOOD, MASS.




                                FOREWORD


This book has been written to tell little girls how much fun it is to
learn to sew and make pretty things for their dolls, themselves, and
other people. Of course, as Sir Bodkin says, “We can’t have gains
without pains,” but it is much pleasanter to learn in play how to do
things the right way. This makes it easier for us when we are grown up,
because we have the knowledge “at our finger-tips.”

I hope that mothers, teachers, and those interested in girls will find
this book helpful, as my experience has been that children eagerly grasp
and absorb facts presented in story and rhyme.

A number of these sewing-lesson stories have appeared in the _Modern
Priscilla Magazine_. Acknowledgment is here gratefully made for
permission to use them.

                                                GEORGIA ELDREDGE HANLEY.

[Illustration]




                                CONTENTS


                                                                    PAGE
     I. THE KING OF THE ONE-EYED FAIRIES                              13

    II. SIR BODKIN STEPS IN AND OUT                                   20
          Using Bodkin.

   III. THE STITCHERS, BASTER AND RUNNER                              28
          Basting and Running.

    IV. DAINTY HEMMER                                                 37
          Hemming.

     V. THE CREWEL ONE                                                46
          Blanket-Stitch.

    VI. OLD DOCTOR DARNER                                             54
          Darning Stockings.

   VII. THE DOLL’S BLANKET                                            62
          Catch-stitch.

  VIII. BROTHER JIM’S MARBLE-BAG                                      69
          Back-stitch.

    IX. MARGARET’S NEW MIDDY BLOUSE                                   79
          Making Eyelets.

     X. AUNTIE’S BIRTHDAY PRESENT                                     89
          Cross-stitch.

    XI. A THREE-CORNERED TEAR                                         96
          Mending.

   XII. LACY FRILLS                                                  103
          Making Ruffles.

  XIII. JIM’S OVERALLS                                               112
          Patching.

   XIV. SEWING ON BUTTONS                                            121
          Shank, Pearl, Bone, Cloth.

    XV. A CREWEL FROLIC                                              131
          Chain-stitch.

   XVI. MARGARET MAKES BUTTONHOLES                                   138
          Making Buttonholes.

  XVII. TUCKING GRANDMA’S APRON                                      147
          Marking and Basting Tucks.

 XVIII. FINISHING THE GIFT                                           157
          Gathering and Putting on Band.

   XIX. RICKRACK TRIMMING                                            166
          Sewing Rickrack Braid.

    XX. THE DOLL’S CHRISTMAS PRESENT                                 176
          Outline-stitch.

   XXI. SOME MORE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS                                 184
          Hemstitching, Rolled Hems.

  XXII. FINISHING THE HANDKERCHIEFS                                  192
          Double Overcasting in Color.

 XXIII. LAZY-DAISIES AND FRENCH KNOTS                                200
          Lazy-Daisy Stitch, French Knots.

  XXIV. A SURPRISE                                                   209




                             ILLUSTRATIONS


 He fell headlong to the floor                            _Frontispiece_

                                                                    PAGE

 “You can do it! You can do it!”                                      17

 She ran to get a pretty dress                                        22

 Running ribbon in beading                                            24

 From the tip of her nose                                             30

 Threading needle                                                     31

 Basting                                                              32

 Running                                                              33

 “Mark with pins”                                                     41

 Hemming                                                              42

 Blanket-stitch                                                       49

 “Blanket-stitching is quite easy”                                    51

 Running around the hole                                              56

 Darning up and down                                                  57

 Darning across                                                       58

 “Hold the stocking stretched on your hand”                           59

 Catch-stitch                                                         65

 “I’ll put you to sleep in your little bed”                           67

 “Hold the goods lengthwise and cut”                                  71

 Basting and running on outside of bag                                73

 Basting and back-stitching on inside of bag                          73

 Back-stitching                                                       75

 Basting and hemming casing on inside of bag                          76

 Finished bag                                                         76

 Eyelet for casing                                                    77

 She went through some simple exercises                               80

 Making eyelets                                                       86

 Cross-stitch                                                         92

 “Press the letters on the wrong side”                                94

 The birds were singing                                               98

 Mending tear                                                         99

 Gathering lace                                                      107

 Sewing on lace                                                      107

 “’Tis done at last”                                                 109

 “Ouch! I’m caught”                                                  113

 First bastings                                                      116

 Third basting                                                       116

 Sewing edge of hole                                                 119

 Sewing around patch                                                 119

 There they all were                                                 122

 Four kinds of buttons                                               125

 Ornamental shank pearl buttons                                      127

 Two kinds of buttons                                                127

 Coming up the stairs singing to herself                             132

 Chain-stitch                                                        134

 “Follow a thread of the goods”                                      140

 Bar half-way around                                                 142

 Bar                                                                 142

 Overcasting half around                                             143

 Buttonhole-stitch                                                   144

 Finished buttonhole                                                 144

 “Measure one inch up from the hem top”                              150

 Basting first tuck                                                  152

 Tucks basted ready for stitching                                    154

 “I stitched ’em myself”                                             159

 Basting gathers to band                                             161

 Basting down band                                                   162

 Sewing on rickrack                                                  170

 “I’ll need to wear my apron gay”                                    174

 Outline-stitch                                                      180

 “My doll will be glad on Christmas”                                 181

 “Fold each square over diagonally”                                  186

 Hemstitching                                                        187

 Hem rolling                                                         190

 First overcasting                                                   194

 Second overcasting                                                  196

 Blanket-stitch                                                      196

 Wrapping up her Christmas gifts                                     198

 “For Mother as a surprise”                                          202

 Lazy-daisy stitch                                                   203

 French knots                                                        205

 “A silver wrist-watch for my birthday!”                             213




                          The One-Eyed Fairies




                               CHAPTER I
                    THE KING OF THE ONE-EYED FAIRIES


[Illustration]

Margaret Allen had just had a birthday. Her auntie had given her a
pretty new work-basket for a present. It was lined with pink silk and in
it was the dearest little needle-book of pink satin, an emery-bag shaped
like a strawberry, a cunning pair of steel scissors, a silver thimble,
several spools of black thread and white thread of different numbers, a
tape measure, and beeswax shaped like a tiny lemon.

[Illustration]

“Isn’t it just too sweet for anything!” cried Margaret clapping her
hands with delight. “Now if there really were fairies to help us, just
as in the story-books, what lots of things I could make. If I knew how I
could make clothes for my doll, pretty things for Mother and Auntie, and
marble-bags for Jim. Oh!” she cried out of breath, “I just wish I knew
how!”

Suddenly she felt funny sharp pricks on her hands and arms. Looking down
she saw a line of little shining figures, some short and some tall, come
dancing and prancing out of her new work-basket. Some had big eyes and
some tiny-teensy eyes but each had only one, however. They looked so
comical dancing on their skinny legs and waving their skinny arms that
Margaret wanted to laugh. Their thin bodies shone and glistened in the
sunshine as they skipped across her lap and up on the table beside her.
Then they sang this song:

                  “You can do it! You can do it!
                  We can always help you sew it!
                  With a piece of thread for harness
                  And your thimble bright to push us!”

“Oh! Oh!” cried Margaret her eyes very wide open indeed, “can you
really? Who are you?”

[Illustration]

Then out of the line stepped the largest one of all. He placed his hand
on his heart and made a very low bow before her and sang:

                   “How do you do, My Lady,
                   We’ve come at your command.
                   You wished the help of fairies,
                   We’re the One-Eyed Fairy Band.
                   We hide inside your basket,
                   And keep so very still,
                   Until you call upon us,
                   Then we’ll help you with a will.”

[Illustration]

“How wonderful! Thank you!” cried Margaret eagerly. “What is your name?”

“I am Sir Bodkin. Some call me Tape Needle. Anyway, I’m King of the
One-Eyes,” he answered proudly. “I’m the largest of all and not needed
so often to help. There are many fine workers among us, I can tell you.
Just say the word and we’ll show you what we can do.”

“I’m so glad,” said Margaret, “for there are lots of things I want to
learn how to make.”

The Fairies danced faster and faster in their joy at finding such a dear
little girl for a friend and mistress. They sang:

                 “When needlecraft you’d like to know,
                 Just call on us to help you sew.
                 Our stitching steps we love to do,
                 So let us show them all to you.”

[Illustration: “You can do it! You can do it! We can always help you sew
it.”]

“Thank you, kind Fairies,” cried Margaret. “I’m so happy. Won’t Mother
be surprised! I’m just crazy to begin!”

All the Fairies waited breathlessly to know who would be the first to
show Margaret what he could do.

“Your Ladyship, it is fitting that the King should be the first to show
what he can do,” said Sir Bodkin standing very stiff and straight.

“Oh, of course,” replied Margaret and was about to ask him to tell her
what he could do when she heard her mother’s voice outside her door,
calling to her. The Fairies sang:

                   “Stick to us, stick to us,
                   Then you’ll never, never fuss.
                   Good-bye, good-bye, we must away,
                   We’ll come again another day.”

They slipped quickly off the table and hid in the work-basket.

The King waited until the last one was out of sight then he said with a
bow, “We’re very glad to know you, My Lady. Just call my name when you
need help.” Then he, too, slipped away from off the table and into the
work-basket.

[Illustration]

“Aren’t they just too funny and dear!” laughed Margaret to herself as
she put the work-basket on her table and ran off to answer her mother.
“Now I must think up something nice to make for my doll,” she said to
herself.




                               CHAPTER II
                      SIR BODKIN STEPS IN AND OUT


[Illustration]

“Sir Bodkin! Sir Bodkin!” called Margaret next day to the King of the
One-Eyed Fairies, who lived in her work-basket.

“I’m coming, My Lady!” she heard a tiny voice answering from the
needle-book.

Margaret looked very much excited, for this was the first time she had
called her wonderful new friends, the One-Eyed Fairies, to help her.

Sir Bodkin came sliding quickly out of the work-basket and climbed upon
the table beside his little mistress. With a smile on her face she was
watching him, for he was a very dignified little fellow indeed. Holding
himself up straight and bending his body forward stiffly he made her a
low bow.

“Good day, My Lady Dear,” he said; “what may I do to-day to help your
Ladyship?”

“What can you do?” asked Margaret.

“I can run the ribbons in your doll’s dresses, put the drawing-strings
in a marble-bag or a sewing-bag. I can draw the ribbons and tapes
through your pretty underwear and lots of other things too numerous to
mention. Just put a piece of ribbon in my one eye and watch me work!” he
answered eagerly to his new friend.

“Indeed I will this minute!” cried Margaret. She jumped up and ran to
her doll’s bureau to get a pretty dress trimmed with lace beading around
the waist and sleeves. Then she took a roll of narrow pink satin ribbon
from her own bureau and hurried back to the table.

[Illustration: She ran to her doll’s bureau to get a pretty dress]

“Here we are,” she said to the tiny King, holding up the dress and
ribbon for him to see.

[Illustration]

“Very pretty, very pretty. Now measure how much ribbon you’ll need to
run around the waist and to tie in a bow at the back when finished,”
said Sir Bodkin.

After Margaret had measured the ribbon the right length she cut it from
the roll with her new scissors.

“Put it neatly in my eye and then we’ll start,” the Fairy King told her.
No sooner said than done.

“Put your right fingers on my head,” ordered he. Margaret did as she was
bidden. Holding the dress in her left hand, she put her pink fingers on
Sir Bodkin’s head and off he stepped; slipping his foot through the
slits in the lace beading at the back of the little dress where it
fastened he sang:

               “In and out, in and out,
               I hold the ribbon nice and flat,
               I gently pull it after me,
               And soon we’re finished, one, two, three!”

[Illustration: Running ribbon in beading]

Sir Bodkin hopped out at the end.

“How’s that for fast?” he said jumping back to the table-top.

“That’s splendid!” cried Margaret. Then she cut the ribbon for the
sleeves after carefully measuring how much was needed to go around the
beading and tie in a bow when finished. Each piece was put in the King’s
eye one at a time and run through the lace beading nice and flat. Sir
Bodkin’s blunt toe made it easy to go in and out the openings without
catching in the lace. At last the ribbon was all in and the dress
slipped on the doll. The tiny King stood off to see how sweet she looked
in her dainty dress after her little mother had tied the bows.

“I never did that so quickly before,” said Margaret.

“It’s all in knowing how,” replied Sir Bodkin looking very wise indeed
out of his long one eye.

[Illustration]

“To be sure,” said his little mistress, “and I’m so happy because soon
I’m going to know how to sew and make lots of pretty things.”

“Indeed you are, My Lady,” said Sir Bodkin; “just call on us and you’ll
always find us ready. But don’t forget that:

       “Every little housewife should be a seamstress, too,
       Call the One-Eyed Fairies, when there’s needle-work to do.
       Clean white fingers guide us, helped by thimble trusty,
       Slip us through an emery-bag, if you find us rusty.”

[Illustration]

“I’ll remember that,” Margaret promised. “Oh! Sir Bodkin, look at all
your subjects!” she said laughing. The King turned around and saw all
the shining, glinting little One-Eyed Fairies peeping out curiously from
the work-basket.

                    “Stick to us, stick to us,
                    Then you’ll never, never fuss,”

they were singing in a happy chorus.

“To your places!” ordered their King and they all disappeared. Then he
made a low bow to Margaret and slipped away into the work-basket.
Margaret laughed happily and ran off to show her mother what Sir Bodkin
had helped her to do.

[Illustration]




                              CHAPTER III
                    THE STITCHERS, BASTER AND RUNNER


[Illustration]

Margaret held up the little doll’s dress her mother had cut out for her
to make.

“I wish that the One-Eyed Fairies would come and help me sew it
together,” she said to her doll. She then took her work-basket and sat
down by the table.

“Sir Bodkin,” she softly called.

“Here I am, My Lady,” she heard Sir Bodkin’s tiny voice answer from the
needle-book in the work-basket. In a second the King of the One-Eyed
Fairies hopped out of the basket and right up on the table beside her.

“What can we do for you to-day, My Lady?” he asked bowing low.

“I would like to sew my doll’s dress. Will you show me how?” replied
Margaret.

“That I will. Come all you Stitchers!” he cried as loud as he could.

Out of the work-basket came a line of One-Eyed Fairies; some tall and
thin, some short and fat. They danced on Margaret’s table, holding hands
and singing this song in their comical way:

               “Oh, we can baste and we can run,
               And we can overcast.
               We hem and gather, fell and tuck,
               We all work very fast.
               Please have the thread the proper length,
               And just the proper number,
               Then if you keep us shining bright,
               We’ll work and never slumber.”

“Well done, my hearties!” cried Sir Bodkin proudly. “Now, Baster, you
jolly rogue, show her how to baste the seams.”

From the line a large One-Eyed Fairy stepped out.

“Some thread in my eye and we’ll start,” he said.

[Illustration: From the tip of her nose to the end of her arm]

“Remember the proper length,” said Baster, as Margaret took up the spool
of basting-thread.

From the tip of her nose to the end of her arm, Sir Bodkin said was the
proper length. When Margaret had measured the basting-thread she cut it
from the spool with her scissors.

[Illustration: Threading needle]

“Thread with the end that leaves the spool last,” the King told her,
“then it will not snarl and knot so.”

Margaret held the cut end between her left forefinger and thumb and
twisted it into a point with her right forefinger and thumb. Then she
took Baster in her right fingers and put the thread through his big eye.
Pulling it through about one-third she made a knot in the other end by
twisting it around her left thumb and forefinger.

“Now he’s harnessed and ready to begin,” said Sir Bodkin. He told
Margaret to put her silver thimble on the middle-finger of her right
hand and push Baster, while her thumb and forefinger held him round the
waist. Baster then hopped on the seam one-half inch from the edge. He
took quick long steps singing:

                 “Ha, ha, ho, ho, I’m gay and free,
                 Basting is the sport for me.
                 With skip and slide I hurry on,
                 My work is short, just like my song.”

[Illustration: Basting]

Both seams of the simple dress were soon basted.

“Now, Runner,” said Sir Bodkin, as Baster slid back to his place on the
table.

Margaret harnessed Runner, a medium-sized One-Eyed Fairy with a small
eye, using number 60 thread, the proper length and the same color as the
dress, but no knot this time. Runner took tiny running steps right in
Baster’s tracks. But before she began to run she took three back steps,
where the seam began, to fasten the thread. She sang:

                 “I run along, neat and fast,
                 And sew the seam so it will last.
                 In and out the thread goes, too,
                 The fastening holds it firm and true!
                 Now take three back steps at the end
                 So it will not rip out, my friend.”

[Illustration: Running]

First one seam then the other was stitched, after which Margaret snipped
the thread and Runner danced back to her place on the table.

All the One-Eyed Fairies stood in a stiff line.

“You must be tired standing so long,” said Margaret.

“We are,” said their King. “It would be pleasant if we had a pincushion
to rest ourselves in.”

[Illustration]

“The very thing!” cried Margaret. “I’ll get the pretty tomato pincushion
Mother gave me the other day for my work-basket.” She ran eagerly out of
the room and soon returned with a pincushion in her hand that looked
just like a red ripe tomato.

“Now you can rest,” she said placing it on the table. In a jiffy all the
tired little One-Eyed Fairy Stitchers had stuck their sharp little toes
down deep into the tomato pincushion. Then they stood up very straight,
harnessed, ready and waiting until their turns came to help.

“This is better,” said Sir Bodkin with a sigh of relief. “We can stay
here until the work is done, for we don’t have to go back to the
needle-book every time. We can wait outside until the piece of work is
finished.”

“I can put the pincushion in the work-basket when we’re through at
night, so you’ll be in your own house,” said Margaret.

“That will be delightful,” said Sir Bodkin; “thank you, My Lady. Shall
we do the hem to-day?”

[Illustration]

“I think not to-day for I must go and study my lessons now. To-morrow
we’ll finish the dress,” said his little mistress.

“Very good,” replied Sir Bodkin. “Just fold your work up neatly and lay
it in the work-basket on top of us.”

“Thank you all so much,” said Margaret to the One-Eyed Fairies as she
placed the pincushion in the work-basket and laid the doll’s dress,
neatly folded, on top.

The One-Eyed Fairies nestled down in the red tomato pincushion very
comfortably and waited for to-morrow to come so they could show their
little mistress how to hem the pretty dress she was making for her doll.




                               CHAPTER IV
                             DAINTY HEMMER


[Illustration]

Next day Margaret ran happily home from school. She put her books, hat
and coat in the closet and then rushed up to her room to finish her
doll’s dress.

“Goody me, such dirty hands! I must go to the bathroom and give them a
good scrubbing with soap and water before I touch my work,” she said
importantly to Sir Bodkin, who sang:

                        “Clean white fingers,
                        Needles shining bright,
                        Will help the sewing,
                        To go along just right.”

“Sir Bodkin,” she said to him, when her hands were clean and dainty
again, “I hope you and the One-Eyes enjoyed your rest in the
pincushion.”

“Indeed we did, My Lady, thanks to you,” he replied as Margaret lifted
the red tomato pincushion, in which they were sticking, out of the
work-basket and placed it on her table. He then stepped on the table-top
ready to direct the hemming of the doll’s dress.

“All ready, My Lady?” he asked eager to begin.

“Yes,” replied Margaret.

“Before we begin, have you any pins, My Lady?” said Sir Bodkin.

“Only a few in my pincushion on my bureau,” replied Margaret.

“We better have plenty, because they will be needed from time to time as
we do our work,” the tiny King told her.

“Very well, I’ll ask Mother for some more,” said Margaret and went out
of the room to her mother’s sewing-room. When she came back she had a
whole paper of pins in her hand.

[Illustration]

“That’s the ticket,” said Sir Bodkin; “take some out and stick them in
the red tomato with my boys and girls.” Then he directed as follows:

“Slip the dress on your doll and mark with pins how long it should be
when finished. Then slip it off and baste along the hem edge to hold it
firm.” Then Sir Bodkin told Margaret to get out her tape measure and
measure the width of the hem from the edge of the dress to the top of
the hem to be sure it was even all around.

“Trim off with your scissors where it is too deep,” Sir Bodkin said, and
Margaret followed his directions.

[Illustration]

“Now turn in the hem top one-quarter inch and crease it with your nail
or pleat it with your fingers, then baste it to the dress,” the King
said and with hop, skip, and jump that jolly fellow Baster did his work.

Sir Bodkin then called Hemmer, a dainty little One-Eyed Fairy. Margaret
was about to harness her with the same thread she had used for Runner
but it wouldn’t go into her eye.

[Illustration: “Mark with pins how long it should be when finished”]

“It’s not the proper number,” said Sir Bodkin. Margaret tried some finer
thread, number 80.

“That’s better,” she said as it slipped easily through Hemmer’s little
eye.

After taking two back steps on the edge of the hem to fasten the thread,
Hemmer began to step daintily along, singing:

              “First through the dress,
              Then through the hem,
              And now we do it all over again.
              Stitches must not on the right side show,
              So put me through lightly as onward we go.”

[Illustration: Hemming]

“I love hemming!” cried Margaret as Hemmer slipped through the dress and
then through the hem edge with Margaret’s little pink thumb and
forefinger holding her, and her silver thimble on her middle-finger
pushing her. Margaret’s left hand was holding the hem.

“Goody me, it’s all sewed!” cried Margaret when the thread was fastened
at the end and snipped off with the scissors.

“Now turn over the tiny hems one-eighth inch on the wrong side around
the neck and sleeves and down the slit in the back and crease them,”
ordered Sir Bodkin. “Then turn one-quarter inch over all around again
for width of the hems. Press them flat as you go along,” said the King.

Margaret did this, creasing one turn then the other.

“Come, Baster!” called Sir Bodkin and soon he had all these tiny hems
basted along their tops so Hemmer could come after him and finish them
with her dainty steps.

When all the hems were finished and threads fastened, Sir Bodkin cried,
“Pull out your bastings and be careful when you do it!”

Margaret laughed to herself to hear him order her around.

[Illustration]

“How shall I fasten the dress on my doll?” she then asked.

“Suppose you trim it first, then we’ll decide,” said the King. “How
would you like some kind of bright-colored hand-stitching around neck
and sleeves?”

“Oh, that would be lovely!” cried his little mistress, “but I’ll have to
do that another day for I want to run out and play a while in the yard
now.”

Sir Bodkin and all the One-Eyed Fairy Stitchers sat up very stiff and
straight in the red tomato pincushion as Margaret picked it up and put
it in her work-basket.

“Thank you all so much,” she said to them. On her way out to play she
showed her mother how much she and the One-Eyes had done on her doll’s
dress.

“To-morrow we’ll trim it and put on the fastenings,” she said happily.

[Illustration]




                               CHAPTER V
                             THE CREWEL ONE


[Illustration]

Margaret had finished her doll’s dress as far as the plain sewing and
was now ready to call Sir Bodkin to help her trim it with fancy
stitching.

She took from her work-basket the pincushion, where they all were
resting, and softly called his name as she placed it on her table. The
King stepped out, made a very low bow and climbed up to Margaret’s hand
and stood there.

“Here I am right on the job,” he said proudly. “What are your commands
for to-day, My Lady Dear?”

[Illustration]

“Don’t you remember you were to tell me how to do the fancy stitching on
my doll’s dress for trimming?” Margaret replied.

“To be sure. That I will gladly,” he answered. “All out, everybody!” he
then called to his subjects.

The One-Eyed Fairies rushed out pell-mell, some from the needle-book and
others from the pincushion. They all met on the table-top and danced
joyfully, then stood in a straight line, waiting for orders. Sir Bodkin,
from his perch on Margaret’s hand, looked them over to see which one
should be called to help.

“Come here, you Crewel One,” the King called. A very big-eyed fairy with
a sharp toe stepped forward.

“He’s not really cruel, My Lady, just a fancy-acting fellow. He’s an
artist,” Sir Bodkin explained to his mistress.

“Tell, sir, what you can do to make the world beautiful!” he then said
to Crewel, who began to sing this song:

                 “I weave the woolen threads so bright,
                 And silk and cotton, too.
                 All in and out and ’round about
                 To make the pattern true;
                 A pretty trimming on your dress,
                 Your rompers or your smock,
                 I also make the blanket-stitch
                 For edging ’round your frock.”

“That’s the very thing for this dress!” exclaimed Margaret clapping her
hands. “Oh, let’s begin, dear Crewel. I’ve some lovely pink wool thread
here in my knitting-bag.”

She cut a length of the yarn and Sir Bodkin showed her how to loop it
around Crewel’s head and then squeeze it between her thumb and
forefinger so it would slip easily into his big eye. Crewel stepped on
the back of the dress at the left side of the neck. He took two tiny
back steps on the wrong side to fasten the thread. Margaret held the
edge of the neckline over her left forefinger and held the thread down
with her left thumb, so Crewel could slip over it when making the
blanket-stitch. He then sang as they worked:

                     “Back from the edge
                     I step in, you know,
                     Towards you, ’neath the edge,
                     I stick out my toe.
                     Then I slide o’er the thread
                     You are holding for me;
                     Blanket-stitching is pretty,
                     Quite easy, you see.”

[Illustration: Blanket-stitch]

They stitched from left to right, all around the neckline of the dress,
fastening the thread securely at the end. Then stitched around each
sleeve edge in turn the same way. The blanket-stitches made a pretty
finish to hold the hems around the neck and sleeves and also made a nice
firm edge.

It was great fun holding the thread while Crewel jumped through the
cloth, stuck his toe out under the edge and over the thread.

“It’s just like jumping rope,” said Margaret, “and how fast it goes,
too!”

“You have to be careful to take even jumps from one stitch to the
other,” said the King, “or it won’t look so pretty. If you wish, My
Lady, you can make a different pattern by varying the length of the
stitches.”

“It’s been great fun. Now my doll’s dress is trimmed. Thank you so much,
dear Crewel,” said Margaret as she snipped the last thread.

[Illustration: “Blanket-stitching is pretty
Quite easy you see”]

That graceful fellow bowed and sang:

                   “You’re very welcome, Lady Dear,
                   ’Tis fun for me, you know;
                   And while I’m skipping in and out,
                   You’re learning how to sew!”

[Illustration]

Sir Bodkin looked very happy and very proud of his artistic subject.

The Crewel One stepped to the table and into the tomato pincushion. In
his eye was hanging some of the pink wool thread.

“To fasten your doll’s dress at the back, I would suggest that you use
ties of ribbon or of the wool thread,” said Sir Bodkin. “Which do you
prefer, My Lady?”

“I think tie-strings of the wool thread would be pretty,” replied
Margaret.

“Then cut two lengths, long enough to tie in a bow, and fasten an end of
each to each side of the neck at the back,” Sir Bodkin said.

[Illustration]

Margaret measured the thread, put each strand separately in Crewel’s
eye, then he sewed each piece securely to the dress. Margaret slipped
the finished dress on her doll, tied the strings, and held her up to be
admired.

The little One-Eyed Fairies looked very much pleased. Margaret thanked
them and pulled all the threads out of their eyes so they could rest
better in the needle-book, in the work-basket.

When they were out of sight, Sir Bodkin, too, waved a fond farewell and
disappeared.




                               CHAPTER VI
                           OLD DOCTOR DARNER


[Illustration]

“Ouch! my knee. Such a spill! Oh! look, too, at the big hole in my
stocking!” cried Margaret limping in from school one day. “Whatever
shall I do to mend it?”

On the table beside her stood her work-basket. Margaret just naturally
looked that way for help. She knew where she could find it when in
trouble.

Sure enough, in a second, she saw her little friend, Sir Bodkin, come
hopping quickly out of the basket.

“Well, well, in trouble I see,” he said to Margaret, who looked very
unhappy indeed.

“Oh! you cunning man! I know I never could do without you and your
Fairies!” she cried, now smiling and looking so relieved. “Maybe you can
help me?”

[Illustration]

“Indeed we can. You need a doctor here to make some repairs, I’m
thinking,” he said wisely. Then he went over to the work-basket and
called in a loud voice:

“Doctor Darner! How about a little help here!”

From the work-basket came the sound of scrambling.

“Just so, just so,” replied a gruff voice as a large One-Eyed Fairy came
hustling and bustling out of the work-basket and up to Sir Bodkin and
Margaret.

“Take a good look and give us your advice,” said the King.

Doctor Darner looked very carefully at the torn stocking Margaret held
in her hand.

“Two strands of black darning cotton, please,” he said.

[Illustration: Running around the hole]

Margaret got some out of the work-basket and cut off a length. She
squeezed the thread the same way as she had the wool for Crewel so the
loop would slip easily in Doctor Darner’s eye. Then she put her fingers
on him and he began to sing:

        “Hold the stocking stretched on your hand,
        While at the edge of the hole I stand.
        ’Round it now we’ll take a run
        To keep it from stretching before the work’s done.
        Up and down, across the hole we go;
        Run, jump, run, row after row.
        From side to side run, weave, run,
        Over this thread, under that, till the darning’s done.”

[Illustration: Darning up and down]

Old Doctor Darner and Margaret worked very busily to fill in the great
hole in her stocking. When it was mended, he took a little rest in the
pincushion for a minute. Then he turned to her and said, looking very
wise, indeed:

“Some day, you will learn how to mend other rips, tears, and holes.”

“Oh,” cried Margaret, laughing; “that will be fine ’cause Mother says I
seem always to be needing a dose of thread and needle.” She then tested
the darn in her stocking by pulling it this way and that to see if the
stitches were close enough together, just as Doctor Darner told her to
do. It seemed all right.

[Illustration: Darning across]

“Now your, stocking’s as good as new,” said he, bowing very low.

“Thank you so very much,” said Margaret truly grateful. Then he hurried
away to his place in the needle-book.

“Isn’t he a nice old fellow?” said Margaret to Sir Bodkin when Doctor
Darner had gone.

“Indeed he is, even if he is a little gruff in his manner at times,”
replied the King.

“Mother always wanted me to learn how to mend my stockings and I never
would. Now she’ll be so pleased when I show this one to her mended
instead of torn. Mothers have a lot of unpleasant things to look at
sometimes, don’t they?” she asked the tiny King, who was walking up and
down the table-top in a very kingly manner.

“Indeed they do, My Lady,” he replied, “but I don’t think your mother
will have as many now as she had before you met us.”

[Illustration: “Hold the stocking stretched on your hand”]

“That’s so. I mean to ask her to let me try to darn one of her stockings
and one of Father’s socks, soon. But I am afraid it will be a long time
before I want to try one of Brother’s. He does get the worst holes in
his that I ever saw!” she said shaking her head.

“Boys are that way and have been ever since I can remember. But just
make up your mind some day to try one of his and I am sure you’ll find
it easier than you expected.” Sir Bodkin smiled wisely at his little
mistress. He knew boys, but he also knew that Margaret was a very brave
little girl who wouldn’t let a big hole in a stocking frighten her.

“Thank you, Sir Bodkin. I won’t forget what you say. I’ll run off now
and show Mother how smart I’ve been,” she said as she limped out of the
room. In a second Sir Bodkin heard her running along the hall just as
usual.

“Her knee is mended, too,” he said smiling to himself. Then he took a
good look around to see if everything in the work-basket was in order.

“It’s time we all had an emery plunge,” he was saying to himself as he
slipped quietly into the basket.

[Illustration]




                              CHAPTER VII
                           THE DOLL’S BLANKET


[Illustration]

One day in early spring Margaret was making up her doll’s bed with its
clean white sheets and pillow-slips.

“Dear child, it seems to me you are not warm enough this weather. You
should have a warm blanket to sleep under. I’ll ask Mother for something
to make one,” she said. Smiling fondly at her child, Margaret went to
see what her mother might have in her piece-box that could be used to
make a tiny blanket.

Now Margaret’s mother was a very wonderful woman. She never turned her
little girl away empty-handed when she came asking for something to make
her play more interesting. As it happened, there was in her piece-box a
piece of lovely white flannel just large enough for a doll’s blanket.
She gave it to Margaret to use. Skipping happily away the small mother
came back to her own room and showed it to her doll-child.

[Illustration]

“This will make you a pretty blanket,” she said. Then she turned to her
work-basket and called, “Sir Bodkin! Please bring out the One-Eyed
Fairies!”

[Illustration]

“Yes! Yes! My Lady!” he answered sliding quickly out of the basket. “You
now know all of us; which shall it be to-day?” All the other shining
Fairies were following him. They danced and pranced out of the
needle-book very happy to be called.

“Baster, first,” said Margaret importantly. “I’m making a blanket for my
doll’s bed and I want to baste the hem at the top and the one at the
bottom. Then perhaps you will tell me the best way to sew them to stay.”
Sir Bodkin leaned far over the edge of the table to get a better look at
the tiny blanket.

“Is it the right length and width for the bed?” he asked Margaret.

“Oh, yes. I measured that before I called you,” she answered, harnessing
Baster with basting-thread.

[Illustration: Catch-stitch]

“Very good. You do not need to turn the hems down but once. Flannel will
not ravel much if quickly held by catch-stitching,” said he.

Margaret and Baster soon had the hems basted.

“What is ‘catch-stitching’?” Margaret asked Sir Bodkin.

“A stitch used to hold a hem down flat and keep the goods from
ravelling. You can also use it for a trimming sometime, if want to.
You’ll need the Crewel One to help you do this stitching. He’ll show you
how. It’s very easy and pretty,” he said.

The Crewel One stepped forward and asked for some wool floss in his eye.
“Either pink, blue, or red will do to use for catch-stitching,” he said.

Margaret cut some pink floss the proper length and squeezed a tiny loop
to put in his eye. When harnessed, he told Margaret to hold the hem over
her left forefinger. She took him in her right fingers. He stepped to
the hem and sang:

                  “Coming towards you as I step
                  Away from you I hop.
                  First on the blanket, then the hem,
                  Go backward, do not stop.
                  Evenly I step along
                  And leave a crisscross track,
                  Which catches fast the blanket hem,
                  To do this is a knack.
                  Be sure to fasten tight the floss
                  At both the ends, my dear,
                  Or when it’s put into the wash
                  It might come out, I fear.”

They worked busily along each hem.

[Illustration: “I’ll put you to sleep in your little bed”]

“Oh! how pretty and easy!” cried Margaret when the little blanket was
finished. “How sweet the pink stitches look on the white flannel at each
end.” Then she said to her doll, “Come to me, dear, and I’ll put you to
sleep in your little bed underneath your pretty, warm, new blanket.” She
was so busy tucking in her doll and singing her to sleep that she did
not thank Sir Bodkin and the One-Eyed Fairies or notice what they were
doing. With a hop, a skip, and a jump each one was having a wonderful
time taking a pleasant plunge foot first through the emery strawberry.

[Illustration]

“We must scrape off our dullness and brighten ourselves a bit,” said
their King standing by to see that every one got a turn. Then, in the
firelight, they danced and pranced to their hearts’ content on
Margaret’s table, to show how glistening and shining they were again.
Soon to their needle-book bed they all slipped away for a good night’s
sleep.




                              CHAPTER VIII
                        BROTHER JIM’S MARBLE-BAG


[Illustration]

“Sir Bodkin!” called Margaret one warm spring day. The One-Eyed Fairies
had been having a long rest in their home. They were very glad to hear
Margaret’s voice again.

“She wants us!” they cried excitedly.

“Hush!” commanded their King, “she wants me. Everybody wait until I see
who is needed to-day.” He hopped so quickly out of the work-basket that
he fell headlong to the floor.

“Goody me!” cried Margaret picking him up and sticking him in the red
tomato pincushion. “Are you hurt?”

“Oh no! that’s nothing. One of the chief sports of our band is
floor-falling. We love to slip to the floor so we can be picked up. It’s
very good for your waist-line,” said Sir Bodkin.

Margaret laughed. “You’re a funny man,” she said.

“Did you want me for anything to-day, My Lady?” he asked.

“Yes, I wanted to make a good strong bag for Jim’s marbles. They’re
always falling out of his pockets and rolling all over the floor for us
to step on. We nearly break our necks,” she replied.

“Well, upon my word, that’s a shame. However we’ll soon remedy that. Get
a piece of heavy, strong cloth, like denim or gingham. Be sure it’s a
dark color, blue or brown or green, so it won’t show the dirt, and we’ll
start,” he said.

[Illustration: “Fold the goods lengthwise and cut”]

So Margaret hunted through her mother’s piece-box again until she found
some cloth that suited her purpose.

“Here we are!” she exclaimed to Sir Bodkin, as she came back to the
room. Taking her little steel scissors out of the basket she made ready
to cut the cloth as she was directed.

“That’s the thing; blue denim makes excellent marble-bags. You can make
sewing-bags of cretonne or silk and laundry-bags of chintz or linen, but
marble-bags must be of very tough cloth. All bags are about the same
when it comes to the way of making. It’s just good, strong seams with no
raw edges showing, a proper casing for the drawing-strings, and the
right kind of openings to pull the strings through. The bags differ only
in size and shape. Now for this bag, fold the goods lengthwise, and cut
it six inches wide and seven inches long,” Sir Bodkin told her.

“Now, Baster,” said he, “come out for your harness and step along the
seam at the bottom and up the side, on the right side of the bag,
keeping one-quarter inch from the edge.” Baster stepped quickly across
the bottom, around the corner and up one side.

[Illustration: Basting and running on outside of bag]

[Illustration: Basting and back-stitching on inside of bag]

“The fold makes the other side,” explained Sir Bodkin. “Now we’ll need a
stout Stitcher for finishing the seams of this heavy material.” So he
called out all the Stitchers and selected one with a large eye. Margaret
harnessed him with blue cotton thread, then they were ready to sew the
seam.

“Run along the seam, across the bottom, around the corner and up one
side a little less than one-quarter inch from the edge beside the
basting. Take tiny steps close together,” he said, “and fasten the
thread well at beginning and ending.”

When this was done and Baster and Large Runner were resting in the
pincushion on the table, Margaret pulled out the bastings and turned the
little bag wrong side out.

“Run your finger all along the seam inside to push it well out to the
sewing. Now baste the seam a little more than a quarter inch from the
edge, so there will be no raw edges showing on the finished felled
seam,” the King said.

“Is this a felled seam?” Margaret asked.

“Yes, it is a French fell,” Sir Bodkin said.

When the seam was basted, Sir Bodkin asked Large Runner to come and
back-stitch it.

“It must be sewed good and strong to stand the strain of holding heavy
marbles,” said Sir Bodkin.

With Margaret’s right fingers holding him, Large Runner went to one end
of the seam, at the corner of the bag, and began to step along, singing:

[Illustration: Back-stitching]

                      “With three steps to start
                      I fasten the thread.
                      My toe goes in towards you,
                      Comes out one stitch ahead.
                      Now backward I step,
                      Just one stitch long,
                      Step in and step out
                      Like the first of this song.
                      I am coming towards you
                      All the time, you can see,
                      And making the stitches
                      As close as can be.”

Across the bottom, around the corner, and up the side they went, busily
sewing the seam good and strong. At the end the thread was fastened with
three steps on one spot, and then the basting-thread was pulled out.

“One side of back-stitching looks very pretty while the other looks
something like a chain,” said Sir Bodkin, “but when done properly it’s
as strong as machine-stitching, and as near to it as we can do.”

[Illustration: Basting and hemming casing on inside of bag]

[Illustration: Finished bag]

Margaret was told to turn down the top of the little bag one-quarter
inch for the first turn and three-quarters inch for the second turn.
Then Baster stepped down this casing for the drawing-string so Large
Runner could hem it down to stay. When done, Margaret turned the bag
right side out. On the fold side of the bag Sir Bodkin showed her how to
cut a half-inch slit up and down in the casing. This she
blanket-stitched with blue thread to cover up the raw edges.

[Illustration: Eyelet for casing]

“The drawing-string goes in and out here,” he said. “You need only one
in a marble-bag. A shoe-lace will be strong enough.” Margaret found an
odd one of Jim’s.

“I don’t need to run this in the casing for you ’cause the metal tip
will do the work,” Sir Bodkin said. Margaret put the shoe-lace tip in
the slit and pushed it through the casing until it came out again at the
slit, with the ends even.

[Illustration]

“Tie the ends tightly together and your marble-bag is made,” the little
fellow said to his mistress, as he bowed very low.

“Thank you, thank you,” said Margaret. “Won’t Jim be tickled to get this
to hold his snappers, croakies, agates, and glassies.”




                               CHAPTER IX
                      MARGARET’S NEW MIDDY BLOUSE


“Yes, he was pleased,” said Margaret to Sir Bodkin and the One-Eyed
Fairies who asked her how Jim liked his marble-bag.

“Well, I say it’s very pleasant when people like what you make for
them,” said the King wisely.

“To-day I want to do something for Mother. Of course it’s on something
for me but she had such a lot of baking to do to-day she couldn’t finish
the new middy blouse that I need to wear to-morrow. We wear them in
‘gym,’ you know, and out in the country in the summer,” said Margaret.

“In Jim?” asked Sir Bodkin somewhat mystified.

“Gymnasium,” explained Margaret, suddenly remembering that her little
friends, though sharp, might not be so keen on knowing about things
belonging to the great outside world.

[Illustration: She went through some simple exercises]

“What’s that?” the Fairies all asked breathlessly.

“Oh,” laughed Margaret, “it’s a big room with bars and ladders and
horses and rings in it. All kinds of things to do stunts on.”

She could see her little friends were still not understanding very well
what she was talking about.

“I’ll show you some of the things we do and you will see why I wear easy
clothes like bloomers and middy blouses,” she said and went through some
simple exercises of bending, twisting, and stepping.

“Oh! how funny!” cried the Fairies.

“Hush!” commanded the King frowning at them. “Very interesting, My
Lady,” he said turning politely to Margaret, “and what is there about
the blouse to be finished?”

“It’s all done but the eyelets for the lacings,” she said.

“Oh! they’re easy and fun,” he told her. “You’ll need a stiletto to
punch the holes. Then you overcast the edges of the hole so the lacings
can go in and out easily.”

“Where shall I get a stiletto and what is it?” Margaret asked Sir
Bodkin. She thought he was a very funny little man to be always asking
for the queerest things.

“Your Mother must have one in her work-basket or her sewing-table or her
embroidery-bag, I’m thinking,” he replied.

“I’ll look. I don’t want to disturb her ’cause she’s so busy. But she
doesn’t mind when I look through her things if I leave them just as I
find them,” she told him. “What does the stiletto look like?”

“It’s made either of bone or of ivory or of steel and is about four
inches long. It’s very sharp at one end to pierce the material and the
other end is usually fancy,” he explained.

Margaret thought she could find it and went out of the room to search
for one among her Mother’s things. While she was gone Sir Bodkin and the
One-Eyed Fairies tried to bend and twist and turn as they had just seen
their little mistress doing a short time before. They looked very funny
as they tried to do these exercises. They were so stiff.

[Illustration]

“Is this it?” Margaret asked running back into the room and holding up a
white bone stiletto.

Sir Bodkin turned around quickly to look. Margaret was laughing to see
how funny they all looked doing stunts.

“Yes,” answered he, “that is what we are looking for. Where do you want
the eyelets placed, My Lady?”

Margaret took up the new white middy blouse to show the King the slit
down the front.

[Illustration]

“This makes it easier to put my head through and has to be laced with a
lacing after I slip it on,” she said.

“Three eyelets on a side would be about right, I think, don’t you?” he
asked Margaret.

“Yes,” said she.

Then he told her to measure, with the tape measure, the eyelet places
evenly apart on each side of the slit. She marked them with a
lead-pencil dot one-half inch from the edge.

“Now we are ready to punch the holes,” he said.

[Illustration]

Margaret took the stiletto and pushed the sharp point up through the two
thicknesses of goods where each dot was marked. She turned it around and
around to make the hole evenly shaped.

“Some like to punch from the right side down, but I prefer to punch from
the wrong side up,” Sir Bodkin said.

When the holes were ready Sir Bodkin told Margaret to get some fine
white twist or embroidery cotton. Calling a large-eyed Stitcher, the
King had Margaret harness him ready to begin.

“Have your stiletto ready and keep pushing it through the eyelet as you
go along whipping the edge. This keeps the shape nice and round,” said
the King. “Now, sir, do your work,” he then said to the Stitcher, who
stepped from the wrong side through to the edge of the hole and sang:

                      “First run around the edge,
                      We take a little run.
                      Then over it and over it
                      The stitching is done.

                      Step over to the wrong side,
                      Then through to the right
                      Not far from the edge,
                      And pull the thread tight.
                      Then over again,
                      And so on, you see,
                      Keeping stitches as tiny
                      And close as can be.”

[Illustration: Making eyelets]

Every few whipping-stitches Margaret would leave Stitcher sticking in
his tracks on the edge and take up the stiletto with her right fingers
and put it through the eyelet from the wrong side. This kept the shape
round.

“When you have gone around the eyelet edge, step through to the wrong
side and fasten the thread,” said Sir Bodkin.

This Margaret and Stitcher did after each eyelet was finished. Soon the
six were all done.

[Illustration]

“I think it’s great fun!” cried Margaret looking with pride at the
pretty little round eyelets ready for their lacing.

“Sometimes eyelets are used in embroidery,” said Sir Bodkin, “so you
will know how if you ever should wish to do that kind.”

The One-Eyed Fairies skipped across the table and disappeared into the
work-basket for Margaret’s mother, Mrs. Allen, could be heard calling
her little daughter to come to her.

“She’ll be so pleased to see these and surprised, too,” whispered
Margaret to Sir Bodkin as he stood on the table.

“Yes, My Lady,” he replied. He made a low bow to his little mistress and
slipped into the work-basket. Margaret hurried to her Mother’s room with
the finished middy blouse.

“Well, I must say you and the One-Eyed Fairies certainly are very clever
indeed,” you could have heard Mrs. Allen remark if you had been standing
outside her door just then.

[Illustration]




                               CHAPTER X
                       AUNTIE’S BIRTHDAY PRESENT


[Illustration: Designs in Cross-Stitch]

“What a lovely rainy day!” cried Margaret coming into her room singing
happily to herself. She did not mind the rain at all for she was very
anxious to get to work. It would soon be her Auntie’s birthday and
Margaret wanted to give her a present. So Mother had bought down-town a
linen towel with the ends finished with hemstitching done by machine.

“You can trim it at one end, above the hem, with a design done in
cross-stitch,” she had said to Margaret.

“That will be pretty!” Margaret had replied. “I’ll ask Sir Bodkin how to
do it.”

Margaret now had the towel and a book of cross-stitch designs in her
hands as she came into the room.

“I wonder which would be nicer, a design or her initials done in
cross-stitch?” she was asking herself.

Looking up she saw Sir Bodkin hopping out of the work-basket.

“So it’s cross-stitch to-day, My Lady?” he said.

“Yes it is. How bright you are to guess,” Margaret answered laughing.
She showed him the towel to be trimmed and waited for him to speak.

“First of all, we must have some canvas fine enough to work eight
cross-stitches to the inch. We use the threads of the canvas as guides
where the cross-stitches are to be made. Second, we must have some
embroidery cotton to make the crosses,” he told Margaret.

She went to ask her mother for these things. They were found in her
magic sewing-box, and when Sir Bodkin saw her coming back into the room
with the canvas and blue embroidery cotton in her hand he called Baster
out to help. Baster fastened the canvas nice and straight to the center
of one end of the towel, on the right side just above the hem. Then
Crewel was harnessed with a strand of the blue cotton in his long eye.

[Illustration]

“What is the design to be?” asked Sir Bodkin.

[Illustration: Cross-stitch]

“I think it would be very pretty to mark this towel, which is for my
Auntie’s birthday, with her initials,” replied Margaret. “They are the
same as mine, ‘M. A.’ This book of patterns shows how many squares to
use to make the letters.”

“Yes,” said the King, “the letters will be large or small according to
the number of squares used. Very good. Now, sir, watch your step and be
sure to step over the canvas threads and not through them, or we can’t
pull them out when the work is finished!”

The Crewel One, who stood waiting, stepped to the wrong side of the
towel and fastened the cotton with two or three tiny back steps where
the first cross was to be made. Then he sang:

         “Step out at one corner, cross, step in another,
         Out again at the third, to the fourth one cross over.
         Now through to the wrong side; to start the next one,
         The top thread of each cross, the same way must run.”

“There you are!” cried Sir Bodkin, “that’s the first cross-stitch. The
others are just like it. Follow the pattern and make a cross-stitch
where the pattern shows a square.”

Margaret followed the pattern very carefully with her eye and guided the
Crewel One with her fingers to make the cross-stitches in both letters.
Jauntily they stepped along until the work was done and the “M. A.”
embroidered. Then the thread was fastened securely.

“Now we are through with the canvas. Cut it away from around the
letters. Then pull out the threads of what is left very carefully from
under the cross-stitches and your towel is trimmed. Take a warm iron and
press the letters on the wrong side on something soft, and the crosses
will stand out on the right side and look very pretty,” said Sir Bodkin.

[Illustration: “Press the letters on the wrong side”]

“Then I shall fold it in three lengthwise folds as Mother does, with the
center on top to show the letters, and wrap it up in white tissue
paper!” cried Margaret. “Thank you three so much. Auntie will be pleased
with her birthday present, I know.”

[Illustration: MA]

“You’re very welcome, My Lady, so say I and so say they!” cried the
King, very much pleased, too.

After Margaret had run off to show her mother the pretty towel finished,
Sir Bodkin said to his two subjects, “She is a pretty nice little girl.
She’s always thinking up something to do for other people.”

They both agreed with him and all three slipped into the work-basket to
the needle-book and went to sleep with the other One-Eyed Fairies.




                               CHAPTER XI
                         A THREE-CORNERED TEAR


[Illustration]

“Dear me, it’s so lovely outdoors,” sighed Margaret, one day in May. She
had torn her new dress on a nail when she was climbing over a fence.

“Mother says it was very careless of me and I s’pose I can’t go out
again until it’s mended!” She looked very unhappy indeed as she said
this.

“You can mend it outdoors,” said her little Fairy friend peeping out of
the work-basket. “Sit out in the garden under the trees. We’d just love
to get out in the sunshine,” he finished wistfully.

[Illustration]

“Oh! you dear little things!” cried Margaret. “How dull for you to be
shut up in this stuffy work-basket all the time and never get a peep
outside. I’ll take you out now as soon as I change my new dress for my
old one.”

When they were in the garden Margaret looked at the damage the nail had
done to her dress. There was an ugly, three-cornered tear. The King
called Runner to help with the task of making the torn place look like
new. With thread the same color as the dress for harness, Runner was
soon ready to begin. Sir Bodkin sat on a tiny green vine to direct the
work. Margaret took the dress in her left hand, wrong side out, and
guided the tiny Fairy with her right hand and the work began with this
song:

                  “O’er left forefinger hold the tear,
                  And with the right hand mend.
                  Across and back take running steps,
                  Beginning at one end.
                  Draw edges close, but not too tight,
                  Take short runs round the turn.
                  To other end run smoothly on,
                  ’Tis not so hard to learn!”

[Illustration: The birds were singing]

[Illustration: Mending tear]

While they were working, the birds were singing and the sweet smell of
the flowers entranced them. When the ugly tear was mended and the dress
made nearly as good as new again, Margaret sighed with relief.

“Time was long ago in your great-grandmother’s day, young ladies used to
tear their muslin dresses purposely to show how prettily they could
mend,” Sir Bodkin told Margaret.

“They did?” she cried in surprise. “How funny!”

“Now to make it look flat, give this mended tear a dose of warm iron on
the wrong side,” Sir Bodkin advised.

“Thank you, Your Highness. What should I do without you and the One-Eyed
Fairies to help me out of trouble? You’re all the most wonderful
things!” cried Margaret with shining eyes.

“We can’t help it. We’re Fairies! ’Sides I’m a King,” he said proudly,
“and ought to be different from the rest.” The fresh air and sunshine
were making him feel very fine indeed.

[Illustration]

Some girls and boys called to Margaret just then from a neighbor’s
garden and she ran hastily away to join them.

Sir Bodkin and the other Needle Fairies slipped down into the green
grass for a frolic. Pretty soon Margaret’s mother came out of the house.
She saw the dress and work-basket lying on the garden seat.

[Illustration]

“How nicely she mended her dress!” she said. “I’ll take it in for her,”
and gathered it and the work-basket in her arms and carried them all
into the house. The little Fairies were frightened to see their house
taken away. Together they huddled around the garden seat wondering how
in the world they would get back again into the big house.

“The dew will be very bad for us!” said the King in distress.

Margaret came running back when she heard the supper gong. Her bright
eyes, luckily, spied them in the grass. Stooping, she picked them up one
by one and carried them into the house in her hand. She laid them down
on a table in the hall and went in to her supper.

Sir Bodkin was very much worried. He walked up and down and up and down
the table-top.

“I know we’ll be forgotten here and we may be lost on the floor!” he
said over and over to himself. He heard his little mistress after supper
go out in the kitchen to press her dress.

“Oh! perhaps she’ll remember where she put us!” the poor little King
kept saying to his subjects.

Margaret came out of the kitchen and was about to go up-stairs when she
remembered her little friends. Picking them up again in her hand she
carried them this time safely up-stairs to her own room and stuck them
in the tomato pincushion.

“To-morrow I’ll give you all a nice emery bath,” she said to them.




                              CHAPTER XII
                              LACY FRILLS


Margaret held up the dainty new white dress she had been making for her
doll. It was now all finished except the lace frills.

“When we sew the lace around the collar and sleeves for trimming, your
new dress will be ready for you to wear to the tea-party to-morrow,”
said the little mother to her doll as she tried on her new dress.

“Doesn’t she look sweet!” whispered all the little One-Eyed Fairies to
each other, peeping out of the work-basket to look at the doll in her
pretty white dress which they had just helped to sew. They were very
fond of Margaret and her doll.

[Illustration]

“Sir Bodkin!” Margaret called to the King.

“Here I am, My Lady,” he answered scrambling out of the work-basket and
up to the top of the table. He leaned himself against the pincushion.

“I think we’ll need a dainty Stitcher to sew these frills, don’t you?”
his little mistress asked him.

“Yes, and harness of fine white cotton thread,” answered his Majesty. He
then called all the Stitchers out of the work-basket. They were up on
the table-top in a twinkling, waiting for their King to choose those
needed for the work. Two Stitchers were selected, one larger than the
other.

“One for gathering the lace and one for sewing it on,” explained Sir
Bodkin.

“Before you begin, take a plunge through the emery to make you glisten
and glide,” said the King.

[Illustration]

Margaret took out her emery-bag and held it for the Stitchers to take
several quick plunges. They waited in the pincushion while she went to
wash her hands, to keep the lace clean as it was being sewed on the
dress.

The fine Stitcher was harnessed with white cotton thread number 80. The
larger one was harnessed with the same thread doubled for gathering the
lace.

“Make his harness longer than the frill is to be when finished,” said
the King.

“How much lace shall I cut off for the collar and sleeves?” asked
Margaret.

“This is the rule for the length of a ruffle or a lace edging,” said Sir
Bodkin and sang:

                      “When making a ruffle
                      Or sewing on lace,
                      Measure once and a half
                      ’Round the sewing on space.”

[Illustration]

“How shall I finish these ends?” Margaret asked when she had measured
and cut a piece of lace for the collar.

“Tiny Stitcher will hem them for you before you begin to gather,” said
Sir Bodkin.

It was no sooner said than done.

“The lace for each sleeve is sewed together at the ends with a French
seam,” said the King.

“Oh, yes, I remember. Sew the ends together first on the right side,
turn the seam, and then sew it on the wrong side so no raw edges will
show, just like we did on the marble-bag,” Margaret cried.

“Yes, that’s right. This makes a very neat seam,” Sir Bodkin told her.

[Illustration: Gathering lace
Sewing on lace]

“Mark with pins, the half and quarters of each of the three lace frills.
Then mark the half and quarters of the collar and sleeve edges,” Sir
Bodkin said and sang this song:

           “Mark the half and quarters of edge and of frill,
           And the gathers will then the space evenly fill.”

“Now fasten your gathering-thread securely on the right side at one end
of the top (or straight edge) of the collar lace,” said the King.

“You don’t have to gather all kinds of lace, My Lady,” he went on to
say; “in some you just pull the cord in the top. Stitcher, step evenly
along the top and gather the frill. Let the needle hang loose at the
other end. Pin the frill half and quarters to those of the collar, right
sides together.”

When Margaret had done this and was ready to sew the tiny frill to the
collar, Sir Bodkin finished the song:

                     “Hold the gathers next to you
                     When frill is sewed on,
                     Then the ruffle will set well,
                     And never look drawn.”

“Draw up the gathering-thread to fit and wind it around a pin at the end
in a figure eight. You are now ready for tiny Stitcher to overcast the
lace on for you,” said the King.

[Illustration: “’Tis done at last”]

Tiny Stitcher fastened the thread at the right end of the collar frill
top. Then over the edge he stepped and came back through dress and lace
towards Margaret. She pulled the thread through and he stepped over the
edge away from her and through again, always going from her right
towards her left. Margaret guided him with her right hand and held the
dress in her left. When the frill was sewed on all around the collar,
the thread was fastened securely at the end and snipped off. The
gathering-thread was also fastened and snipped.

[Illustration]

“Now take a gathering-thread the proper length for each sleeve frill and
fasten it at the seam. Then gather each lace frill in turn and pin the
half and quarters of each to those of each sleeve edge and overcast just
as you did before,” said Sir Bodkin.

Margaret worked very carefully and soon snipped the threads, and put the
little Stitchers in the pincushion to rest.

She made some pretty blue satin ribbon bows to add to the little dress
as a finishing touch, and sewed them on.

“’Tis done at last,” she said, with a sigh of joy, slipping the lovely
party-dress on over her doll’s curly hair. “You’ll be the sweetest doll
at the tea-party, I know,” she said happily.

The tiny King and his subjects danced around in an admiring ring.

“We thank our little friends very much, don’t we, dear?” Margaret said
to her doll.

[Illustration]




                              CHAPTER XIII
                             JIM’S OVERALLS


“Look out or you’ll tear your clothes!” cried Margaret to her brother
Jim one day as they climbed through a barbed-wire fence out in the
fields.

They were visiting Auntie’s farm. It was great fun to go swimming, hunt
eggs, feed chickens, ride on top of the big hay-loads and just be
outdoors all the time. Both children had exactly the right clothes for
such good times—middy and bloomers for Margaret, blouse and overalls for
Jim. Besides these, not much else was needed, for Auntie let them run
barefoot most of the time.

“Oh, pshaw! now I’ve done it! Ouch! I’m caught!” the next minute Jim
cried out to his sister, who was herself clambering very carefully over
the wire so the sharp little barbs would do no damage.

[Illustration: “Ouch! I’m caught”]

“Wait! I’ll get you loose!” Margaret exclaimed coming to his rescue.
With pulling and tugging he was soon free, but a big ugly hole was torn
in the seat of his overalls.

“Would you look at that! And the last clean ones I have, too,” Jim said
in despair. It certainly was a sad accident, for this was their last day
on the farm and there were lots of things to do for the last time.

“Never mind. I’ll mend them for you,” Margaret said. “Jump into your
bathing-suit and while you’re taking a swim I’ll be mending these. Boys
certainly are a care,” she said to herself with a sigh on her way up to
her room. But in her heart she was really quite delighted at the chance
to show her sewing skill.

“Sir Bodkin!” she called when she was up-stairs in her bedroom. All the
One-Eyes were hiding in a pretty sewing-bag that she had made to carry
them in when travelling. She loosened the drawing-string and out popped
Sir Bodkin.

[Illustration]

“Well, well, I wondered when you’d be calling us out this trip,” he said
shaking himself and walking around the bureau-top to stretch his legs.

“What’s the trouble now? I s’pose it’s trouble or you wouldn’t be
needing us on a vacation,” he went on to say.

“Yes,” laughed Margaret, “it’s trouble and it needs to be doctored right
away.” She held up the torn overalls for him to see.

“Well, I should say so. Patching is the thing for that big tear. Take
your scissors and cut off the ragged edges to make the hole as round as
you can. Have you some of the same goods for a patch?” he asked.

“I think Auntie has. I’ll go see,” and Margaret ran off to inquire.

Sure enough, Auntie had something in her scrap-bag that would do very
well. Margaret ran back eager to begin patching.

[Illustration: Wrong side
First bastings]

[Illustration: Right side
Third basting]

“Cut a square piece, an inch and a half larger all around than the hole.
Baste this to the wrong side of the garment. Be sure the patch runs the
same way of the goods as the overalls,” said Sir Bodkin beckoning to
Baster, who was sticking his head out of the bag.

While he and Margaret were working Sir Bodkin sang:

                   “When the piece you attach
                   In making a patch,
                   Be sure you baste it firm.
                   Or while you sew,
                   Slipping ’round it will go
                   And all over the garment squirm.”

Margaret laughed at this song.

“Now on the wrong side turn in the four sides of the patch and baste
them down,” said the King.

They soon had this done.

“Snip the cloth all around the edge of the hole, turn it under and baste
it down to the patch. Do this on the right side,” said Sir Bodkin.

“Hemmer,” he called. She came and was harnessed with strong thread.
After that she neatly sewed down the edge of the hole to the patch on
the right side. Then she sewed the four edges of the patch to the
overalls on the wrong side.

“Be sure your steps are tiny and firm so the patch will stand wear,” the
King cautioned. Then as they worked he sang this song:

              “The hemming must catch
              The hole firm to the patch
              So the edges will never rip out.
              When patch edges you do
              Hem them firmly, too,
              And the patching will hold good and stout.”

When the patching was done, Margaret held up the mended overalls so Sir
Bodkin and his helpers could see.

“Good work,” said he proudly. “Looks as fine as a patch can. We don’t
use patches where they will show if we can help, for they aren’t very
pretty, but anything useful is not to be despised. They are very useful
on underwear, aprons, table-linen and bed-linen and many other things.”

[Illustration: Right side
Sewing edge of hole]

[Illustration: Wrong side
Sewing around patch]

Margaret was sorry to have to shut the King and his fairies away again
in her sewing-bag.

“It seems a shame to pull the string so tight but as Sir Bodkin says,
‘In summer we One-Eyes have to keep away from the damp or we’ll lose our
charming brightness.’”

Jim was delighted when he came back from his swim and saw his mended
overalls ready to put on.

“Some day I’ll do something for you,” he said, “for ‘One good turn
deserves another.’”

[Illustration]




                              CHAPTER XIV
                           SEWING ON BUTTONS


Margaret was home again from the country. Vacation was nearly over and
in another week school would begin.

“How would you like to look over your clothes and see that they are in
good order?” her mother said to her one day. “Wouldn’t it be a good plan
to sew on the missing buttons and see that the others are on firmly and
not hanging by their eyelids?”

“Sir Bodkin would like it. He can sing me a little song all about
buttons. He loves to sing and tell you what to do, you know,” laughed
Margaret.

“That’s a very good idea. What he has to say seems always to be right,”
said Mrs. Allen.

Margaret went to her room to look over her clothes. Sure enough, here
was a button gone and there, one loose.

“’Most everything needs a little dose of thread and needle after a
vacation, I s’pose,” she said to herself.

[Illustration: There they all were]

When all the garments needing buttons were piled on her bed, Margaret
called her little friend, but he did not respond from the work-basket at
all.

“Whatever is the matter and wherever is he?” Margaret asked herself.
Then she remembered that he and the others were still in the sewing-bag
she had carried away on her trip. She found it hanging on a hook in her
closet. When she pulled open the draw-strings, there they all were.

[Illustration]

“Sir Bodkin!” she called.

“Where are we?” asked a sleepy voice.

“Safe at home again,” replied the little mistress. “I forgot to take you
out and put you in your home. But first I’ll give you all a rest in the
fresh air in the pincushion,” she said and stuck each one in as she
talked.

“What are we to do to-day, My Lady?” asked Sir Bodkin from the table-top
where he stood putting his crown on straight.

“I’m getting my clothes ready for school next week and there are some
buttons to be fastened on,” she said.

“That’s fun. Bring on your buttons and then we’ll know what to do,” said
the tiny King.

Margaret obeyed him and brought over the garments with missing buttons.

“Here’s a slipper-button gone, and a pearl one from my dress, a bone one
from my under-waist, one from my dress with the button trimming, and one
from my coat,” said Margaret all out of breath.

“First the shoe-button. That’s a shank button. Some black patent thread
and a thick Stitcher with a big eye will soon fix it,” he said to
Margaret.

“Measure your thread and wax it with your beeswax, make a knot in one
end. Find the place where the button was sewed before. Now, sir, push up
from the wrong side of the slipper-strap to the right side and straight
through the shank of the button, then back to the wrong side again,” he
said.

“Oh! that’s stiff. I had to push him hard with my thimble!” cried
Margaret.

“That’s the way. Now through again several more times, then fasten the
thread on the wrong side and that’s done!” Sir Bodkin said.

[Illustration: Shoe]

[Illustration: Pearl]

[Illustration: Thread Shank]

[Illustration: Trimming]

“Better give the button on the other slipper a few stitches to be sure
it doesn’t come off,” he then said when the first was on good and tight.
They did this.

“Bring on the next!” ordered the King. Margaret showed him her gingham
dress and a pearl button with four tiny holes in it.

“Come here,” the King then said to a medium-sized Stitcher who was then
harnessed with white cotton thread doubled. When the knot was made they
were ready to begin.

“Cross the center,” the King said to the Fairy, who stepped from the
wrong side of the dress through to the right side and up through one of
the tiny holes in the button which Margaret was holding for him. Then he
crossed over the center to the opposite hole and slid down through to
the wrong side again.

“Now up through the other hole and cross again,” said Sir Bodkin which
the Stitcher did and slid back to the wrong side again.

“See how neat that looks,” said the King to Margaret when it was sewed
on, as she and Stitcher wound the thread round and round underneath the
button to make a shank for it to play on, and then fastened the thread.

[Illustration: Ornamental shank pearl]

“A pretty way to sew on pearl buttons for trimming is to come out one
hole every time and go in the other three from it like this,” he said
taking his toe and pointing on the button.

“Now for that bone button, clumsy but useful,” said the King. It had two
holes and was sewed on the under-waist, with the thread doubled, the
same way as the pearl one.

“Now for the pretty pink pearl!” cried Sir Bodkin who was very fond of
that color. Margaret brought her dress and the button which was cut with
a shank on it. It belonged down the front of her dress in a row with
many other buttons.

“This goes on very much like the shoe-button, but doesn’t have to be
sewed so strong, for it is only an ornament,” Sir Bodkin explained.

[Illustration: Bone]

[Illustration: Covered button]

When this one was on Margaret brought her coat and a pretty cloth
covered button, all smooth on top and metal underneath, with a funny
little round place of cloth to sew through.

“You must not show on the wrong side where the button is sewed on a
coat. If you want to make it very strong you may sew through a tiny
little pearl button, the same color as your coat, on the wrong side. But
this one we shall fasten on the right side blindly but quite strong.”
The thick Stitcher was harnessed with heavy dark thread doubled and
waxed and knotted.

“Catch your thread on the coat, first on the spot where the button is to
go and then, second, sir, as you know, step through the sewing-place
underneath the button. Third, through the coat again and so on. But
whatever you do, don’t step through to the wrong side so it will show!”
said Sir Bodkin. Then the button was sewed securely and the thread
fastened and snipped. Stitcher rested in the pincushion.

“You haven’t sung to-day!” Margaret said to the One-Eyed Fairies.

“To be sure we haven’t, My Lady!” their King said.

Then one of the little Stitchers came out of the pincushion and began to
sing:

                       “Sewing on buttons
                       And mending your clothes
                       Are very good habits,
                       As every one knows.
                       So mind the old adage,
                       You’ll find it quite fine—
                       That one timely stitch
                       Is sure to save nine!”

Every one laughed and clapped their hands at the Fairy who ran back in
confusion to the pincushion.

[Illustration]




                               CHAPTER XV
                            A CREWEL FROLIC


School had begun, and Margaret was so busy for the first few weeks with
her lessons, her play, and her friends, that she had not seen much of
her little One-Eyed Fairy friends.

“It’s much better for her to be outdoors a lot this nice weather than
sitting indoors sewing. Plenty of time for that later on,” said the King
one day. “Of course it’s very fine to know how to sew, but ‘All work and
no play makes Jack a dull boy,’” he quoted to his shining subjects in
the work-basket.

They all agreed with him.

“She’ll be needing one of us some day soon, you’ll see,” said the Crewel
One knowingly to the others.

Just then they heard Margaret coming up the stairs singing to herself.
She came into her room carrying over her arm a new dress of dark blue.
She called Sir Bodkin out of his home and he came quickly in response.

[Illustration: Coming up the stairs singing to herself]

“My new dress is finished and ready to wear to school when the weather
gets cooler. Mother says it should have a bright trimming on it. She
thought that perhaps you could think of something pretty, Sir Bodkin,”
said Margaret to her One-Eyed Fairy friend and counselor.

“A-hem! Let me think!” replied Sir Bodkin wisely as he stood on her
hand. He was always so proud when she asked his advice. He shone all
over with pleasure.

“Let me see now; your dress is blue serge, isn’t it? How would you fancy
a scarlet trimming of some kind of stitchery? Crewel can step off a
pretty chain of silk stitches for you,” the King said.

[Illustration]

“Oh! that would be lovely, I think!” cried Margaret delightedly.

[Illustration: Chain-stitch]

“Very well, if you have some scarlet floss, we can begin at once,” Sir
Bodkin answered, hopping down into the work-basket to call the Crewel
One. That fancy fellow was listening to the conversation and was ready
to come out.

Margaret laid the new dress on a chair and ran off to tell her mother
what was needed to trim it. Presently she returned with some glistening
red silk floss ready to work. When the Crewel One was harnessed with a
proper length of it in his eye he took three running steps and a back
step on the wrong side to hold it fast. Then he stepped through the
cloth to the right side of the dress, one inch from the edge of the
neck. He was ready to work and began to sing:

                     “With the floss, make a loop,
                     Hold it with your thumb.
                     Back I jump, step in again,
                     Out through the loop I come.
                     Pulling after me the floss,
                     To make a loop again,
                     Looping, stepping, right along
                     We make a pretty chain.”

Around the neck one inch from the edge frolicked the Crewel One with the
floss in his eye and the pink fingers of Margaret’s right hand holding
him. In her left hand she held the dress. Looping and stepping along
their way a pretty trimming was soon formed. When the chain was
finished, the floss was fastened securely on the wrong side of the
dress.

“That looks good. Now do the armholes the same way. Be sure you link the
two ends of the chain together on the underneath side of each armhole
before you fasten the floss,” said the King.

[Illustration]

“Yes, Sire,” answered the Crewel One respectfully.

He and Margaret worked busily for a while.

“Now they are both done and my dress is trimmed. I must say it looks
wonderful!” said Margaret at last.

Crewel skipped away to the table-top and began to jump rope with the
strand of floss that was left over.

“I didn’t know you liked to jump rope as we girls do,” said Margaret to
him, laughing.

“I must keep myself in trim, you know,” he said very seriously.

Margaret giggled at this and took up her dress to go out of the room.

“I thank you both very much,” she said hurrying away to show her mother
how pretty the new dress looked finished.

[Illustration]

“Sir Bodkin and the Crewel One are very fine friends for my little
daughter to have. How charming your dress looks now it is trimmed with
that scarlet chain-stitching!” said her mother.

“We had a ‘Crewel Frolic,’” laughed Margaret catching the punning habit
from her One-Eyed friends. “And I certainly think they say comical
things, don’t you?”

“Yes,” answered her mother, “they are very wonderful, indeed.”




                              CHAPTER XVI
                      MARGARET MAKES BUTTON HOLES


“Oh, Mother dear, we’re going on the most wonderful hike to-morrow! Are
my new bloomers ready to wear?” cried Margaret one afternoon as she ran
into the house after school.

“They are finished except the buttonholes, which I am about to cut and
make now,” her mother replied.

Then the telephone bell rang and Mrs. Allen was obliged to talk about
something so important that Margaret knew it might take up a good deal
of time before dinner.

“I believe I’ll run up-stairs and ask Sir Bodkin to show _me_ how to
make these buttonholes,” she said to herself. Suiting the action to the
word she picked up the new bloomers and ran up-stairs with them to her
own room.

[Illustration]

“Sir Bodkin,” she called.

“Here I come,” he answered hopping out of the work-basket.

“Do you know how to make buttonholes?” she asked him.

“Well I should say so,” he said.

“That’s fine, for I want to make two in the band of my new bloomers,”
said Margaret.

“Have you any buttonhole scissors?” he then asked her.

“I think Mother has. I’ll run and get them,” Margaret replied, hurrying
out of the room. In a jiffy she was back again with a pair of
odd-looking scissors in her hand. They had a notch in the blades and a
screw on the handle.

“There we are,” he cried; “now show me the buttons to go through the
holes.”

Margaret showed him two black bone buttons.

[Illustration: “Follow a thread of the goods”]

“The top of the button will show how large to cut the buttonhole,” Sir
Bodkin said. “Turn the screw until the blades cut a slit a tiny bit
longer than the button top is wide. Test or try the size on a scrap of
cloth before cutting the holes in your band.”

When Margaret had done this and the scissors were set just right, she
slipped them over the edge at one end of the band where the buttonhole
was to be and waited.

“Begin to cut one-quarter inch from the edge of the band. Follow a
thread of the goods to cut the hole straight,” said Sir Bodkin. “Cut one
hole at a time, then work it.”

Margaret cut the first hole. Sir Bodkin called a stout Stitcher and he
was harnessed with black cotton thread, a small knot at one end.

“Now to your work!” the King said, “and don’t forget you begin at the
end farthest away from the edge,—turning your work as you sew.”

He told Margaret to hold the buttonhole along her left forefinger with
the starting end next the finger-tip and the top of the band towards
her. Stitcher slipped between the two layers of cloth at the starting
end and came out towards Margaret, a little distance away from the edge
of the slit. Then Stitcher jumped along the side of the buttonhole to
the other end, across the end under the goods, out and around back along
the other side.

[Illustration: Bar half-way around]

                “The bar we place along each side,
                To keep the slit from stretching wide,”

[Illustration: Bar]

explained the King as Stitcher stepped through the cloth again at the
place where he started. Then he sang:

             “Now over and over the edge we skip,
             So it won’t ravel and so it won’t rip.
             Along each side, ’round each end go,
             Catching down the long bar threads as we sew.”

“That’s the overcasting,” said Sir Bodkin, when they were through. “The
buttonhole stitch will need heavier thread.”

[Illustration: Overcasting half around]

Stitcher was harnessed with some, and then stepped on the wrong side of
the buttonhole at the starting end to fasten the thread with tiny back
steps.

“This buttonhole-stitch will cover the bar and overcasting,” he said.
“Now turn your work around, so that the starting end will be at your
right hand, and do as I tell you.” Then he sang:

      “At starting end, I come half-way through,
      From my eye you bring threads down the right ’neath my toe,
      Left thumb holds them down, I slip through and over,
      Pull threads out and up, the edge firmly cover.
      Stitching left, ’long the side and around the end go,
      Then ’long the next side to starting end, sew.
      At this end take two bar steps across and long,
      With blanket-stitch cover, to make this end strong.”

[Illustration: Buttonhole-stitch]

“My! that was a teeny bit hard to do,” said Margaret to Stitcher and Sir
Bodkin when the first buttonhole was finished. She took a little rest
before starting the other one.

“They aren’t easy the first time. You have to mind your P’s and Q’s. But
‘Practice makes perfect,’” said the King to her.

[Illustration: Finished buttonhole]

Margaret cut the second buttonhole on the other end of the band, put on
the bar and then overcast it.

“Keep buttonhole stitches even and close together to make a firm edge,”
the King reminded.

[Illustration]

When the second one was done, Sir Bodkin showed Margaret how to lap the
buttonholes over the other end of the band and mark the place for the
buttons with a pin. Then she sewed each button on with strong black
cotton thread.

Just as she finished she heard her mother calling to her that dinner was
ready.

“I wonder what she’ll say when she sees these,” Margaret said to her
little friends.

“She’ll think you’re a very smart little girl, I’ll wager,” replied Sir
Bodkin, bowing and scraping.

“Thank you both,” said Margaret, and ran out of the room carrying the
bloomers over her arm.




                              CHAPTER XVII
                        TUCKING GRANDMA’S APRON


[Illustration]

One day Margaret and her little friends, the One-Eyes, were talking
together about grandparents.

“You never had any grandmother or grandfather, did you?” Margaret asked
Sir Bodkin.

“Of course we had them just like everybody else but we never saw them.
They were very funny; you’ll laugh when I tell you their names,” said
Sir Bodkin.

“Oh! please tell me!” urged Margaret.

“Well, thorns and briers were their names!” he said.

“Why, how funny, for they grow outdoors on trees and bushes!” cried
Margaret trying not to laugh for she thought this sounded very queer.

“Just so. Yes, our great-grandparents, as I’m telling you, used to grow
outdoors. They were the first One-Eyed Fairies. The people who made them
lived outdoors, too. Then our grandparents were made of ivory and bone
and were cut from bones and tusks. They lasted many a long day, I can
tell you. Even to-day when some place is uncovered where people used to
live hundreds of years ago, you’ll find a grandparent lying fast asleep
with one eye open wide.”

[Illustration]

“You are a funny man. I never know what you are about to tell me,”
Margaret said to him. “Now that reminds me that Mother has cut out and
hemmed on the machine, the dearest little white apron for me to give my
Grandma Thanksgiving Day when we go there to dinner. Do you know how to
put in tucks?”

“Upon my word I do. Just show me where they’re to go and I’ll show you
how to put them in,” proudly said Sir Bodkin.

Margaret went to get the gift and soon returned with it.

“Look here!” she said and held up a piece of white lawn, hemmed on the
sides and across the bottom. It was twenty-seven inches wide and several
inches longer.

“Mother allowed some material for the three tucks,” Margaret explained.
“She said each tuck was to be one-quarter inch wide and one-half inch
apart. We can baste in the tucks, can’t we? Then Mother will stitch them
in on her machine.”

“Oh, yes, My Lady, we can easily do that. First we shall have to measure
the distance, then crease them in, then baste,” Sir Bodkin told her.

Margaret took the tape measure out of her work-basket and the tucking
began.

[Illustration: “Measure one inch up from the hem top”]

“Measure one inch up from the hem top and crease the first tuck with
your nail then pleat it with your fingers across the bottom of the
apron,” Sir Bodkin said.

Margaret creased very carefully and every so often measured until she
had marked the tuck across from one side of the little apron to the
other.

[Illustration]

“That looks very even. Now, Baster, you rogue, baste this tuck very
carefully,” said the King.

Baster was harnessed with basting-thread, with the end knotted and then
he waited for his little mistress to begin.

“Step along the tuck one-quarter inch from the creased edge. Take
medium-sized steps, sir,” ordered Sir Bodkin, “but before you start take
a few slides back and forth through the emery to glide in and out
easily. Lawn is a little stiff sometimes, My Lady,” he said to Margaret.

After Baster was shined as bright in the emery as he could be shined,
Margaret held the tuck in her left hand and with her right pushed and
held Baster as he stepped along.

“Use your tape measure, as you go along, to be sure he keeps his steps
in the right track always from the top,” reminded Sir Bodkin.

“That one is basted,” cried Margaret at the end of the first tuck.

[Illustration: Basting first tuck]

“And very nicely done, too,” praised the King.

“How shall I measure the second one?” asked Margaret.

“Measure one inch from the basting for the second crease,” answered Sir
Bodkin.

When the second tuck was creased and basted and the third one done the
same way, Margaret measured the apron from top to bottom.

“Don’t they take up the goods fast? It’s about twenty-seven inches long
now,” she laughed.

“That’s what tucks do. They always take up twice as much goods as they
are wide. We use them for dresses to allow for shrinking. And to allow
for children growing, too,” he laughed.

“Yes, I know that,” said Margaret, “for Mother is always putting tucks
in my clothes then taking them out, I grow so fast.”

“Then we use them for trimming, as in this apron. There are wide tucks
and narrow tucks and pin tucks. Pin tucks go in babies’ bonnets and
dresses. Sometimes we hold a little cord in the crease and sew along it.
These corded tucks are very pretty for sheer materials,” he said.

[Illustration: Tucks basted ready for stitching]

“And what kinds are they?” asked Margaret.

“Oh, those fine enough to see through, like lawn and swiss and
organdie,” answered Sir Bodkin.

“This begins to look pretty. When Mother stitches these tucks on the
machine and the bastings are pulled out, then I’m going to gather the
top and sew it on a band,” said Margaret.

“That’s fun!” cried Sir Bodkin. “I just love to put on bands.”

“We’ll do that another day. I must run out now and do my errands for
Mother,” Margaret said folding her work and jumping up from her little
chair.

“Good-bye, everybody, and be good,” she laughed running out of the room
with the folded apron in her hand.

              “Step, step, step away,
              Always jolly and always gay.
              While my steps may not last, you see,
              How would things look if it wasn’t for me!”

sang Baster, dancing and whirling around the table-top.

“He hates himself,” cried some of the other One-Eyed Fairies from the
pincushion. Then Baster went on singing:

               “Laugh, smile, dance away,
               Enjoy yourself, is what I say.
               Do your work, then dance for joy,
               Is the motto I give to each girl and boy!”

Sir Bodkin stood watching and laughing at the antics of his
happy-go-lucky subject as he frolicked around the table-top teasing this
one, pulling that one’s thread out of his eye.

“Now, that’s enough, sir, for to-day,” said Sir Bodkin laughing and
holding his sides. “Enough’s enough!”

[Illustration]




                             CHAPTER XVIII
                           FINISHING THE GIFT


Next day after school Margaret ran up to her room carrying the little
lawn apron to be finished.

“Sir Bodkin, I’m here. Just see how nice these tucks are sewed in by
machine. And look! Mother put a cunning pocket on the right hand side
for Grandma to tuck her handkerchief in,” she said.

[Illustration]

Sir Bodkin stood up quickly from the table-top where he had been resting
since yesterday.

“Yes, My Lady, it looks very neat indeed. Of course I’m old fashioned
and prefer hand-sewing to machine-sewing but I know there is so much to
do these days that time can be saved by using the machine,” he answered.

“Oh, I’m glad you think these tucks look well, ’cause I stitched ’em
myself. Mother let me try,” Margaret said proudly.

“I must say you kept it straight,” Sir Bodkin remarked. “Now, how about
the band for that apron to-day?”

Margaret showed him a piece of lawn about twenty inches long and two
inches wide. Sir Bodkin told her to fold it over lengthwise making it
one inch wide. Then he said to crease the fold for the top of the band.
Next he told her to find the center of the band from the ends and mark
it on the two raw edges with tiny notches.

“We are to allow one inch on each end beyond the gathers for the long
strings to be sewed on,” said Margaret.

“Then that will leave us eighteen inches to sew the gathers on. Oh, you
Stitcher!” called Sir Bodkin to one in the pincushion. He came over and
was harnessed for gathering with a double thread, longer than the
gathering-space was to be.

[Illustration: “I stitched ’em myself”]

“Don’t forget to knot the end,” said the King.

“No, indeedy,” replied Margaret.

“Find the center of the apron top and cut a tiny notch,” said Sir
Bodkin.

After this was done, Margaret held the right side of the apron next to
her and began to gather the top one-quarter inch from the edge, going
from right to left.

“Run a few stitches on Stitcher and then pinch them flat to set them,”
directed the King.

When the gathers were run in Margaret pinned the center of the apron top
to the center of one long edge of the band. Nine inches each way from
the center she pinned the ends of the gathers to the band and drew up
the thread to fit. After which she wound the thread in a figure eight
around a pin.

“You’re a Jim Dandy,” said Sir Bodkin watching his little mistress. “Now
take Stitcher in your hand and stroke the gathers with his toe and lay
them evenly along the band so they won’t be too bunchy here and too
skimpy there. But be careful you don’t scratch the goods,” he said to
his subject.

Then Baster was harnessed and basted the gathers to the band above the
gathering-thread. Margaret held the gathers next to herself.

[Illustration: Basting gathers to band]

“One-quarter inch from the edge sew the gathers to the band. Runner,
take back and running steps, catching up one gather at a time,” Sir
Bodkin said to Margaret and the Fairy. When this was done and thread
fastened, they fastened the gathering-thread, too. Then they snipped all
threads off and waited.

“Turn over the other edge of the band one-quarter inch towards you,
crease it and bring it down on the gathers. Now, Baster, your turn to
step again to hold this fold down firm,” said Sir Bodkin.

[Illustration: Basting down band]

“Then Mother will stitch it on the machine,” finished Margaret, “and
I’ll make the strings and sew them on and the darling little apron will
be ready to go to Grandma’s.”

“How will you make the strings, My Lady?” asked Sir Bodkin.

“Oh, I’ll turn over tiny hems on the sides and a larger one on the ends
and they’ll be stitched on the machine. Then I can easily sew the
strings to the ends of the band. And I’ll put a tiny pink bow on the
pocket,” cried Margaret eagerly.

[Illustration]

“Very fetching, and a lovely gift for a grandmother. She’ll like it, I’m
sure,” said the King.

“Maybe she’ll want me to sew some of her tatting around the edge ’cause
she makes yards and yards of it in her spare time,” said Margaret.

“That would be pretty, too,” agreed the tiny King. “It is a matter of
choice for:

                    “Some like them trimmed,
                    Some like them plain,
                    Whichever they are,
                    They are useful just the same.”

“Oh, you funny man, that doesn’t rhyme very well,” laughed Margaret.

“You get my meaning,” said Sir Bodkin laughing himself.

[Illustration]

“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


[Illustration]

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.

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.

[Illustration]

                     “Come one, come all,
                     Both great and small
                     And dance on Margaret’s table.
                     All merry be,
                     And glad and free,
                     And sing if you are able,”

cried their King.

“The dear little things,” thought Margaret to herself.

“Now,” said Sir Bodkin when the dance and frolic was ended, “let’s get
to work.”

“I’ve turned all the hems around the apron edge, the neck, pocket-tops,
and cap edge,” said Margaret.

“Fine! We can baste them. That will give Baster something to do,” Sir
Bodkin said calling his jolly subject from the needle-book.

Margaret harnessed him and he stepped along all the tiny hems with quick
small steps.

“What kind of trimming do you fancy on your apron and cap?” asked the
King.

“That’s just what I want you to help me decide,” said Margaret.

“You could put some kind of stitches for edging, but I think rickrack
braid would be pretty. It would also hold down the hems with one
sewing,” he told Margaret.

[Illustration]

“Then let’s use that. I think it would be lovely. I’ll ask Mother if she
has any,” she cried and ran off to see.

When she came back she had a little package in her hand done up in shiny
paper.

“Now we’re ready,” said Sir Bodkin. “Begin at one side of the apron,
hold the wrong side next to you. Place the braid on the hem so the
points will peep out on the right side and make an even edge. Put the
braid all around the outside edge of the apron, then you can do all the
other edges and the edge of your cap. Be careful to join all ends neatly
where they meet.”

“Oh, don’t the points look pretty peeping out on the right side!” cried
Margaret as she and Baster stepped the braid on. It took time and pains
to baste it all on neatly and join the ends carefully.

[Illustration: Wrong side
Right side
Sewing on rickrack]

“Deary me, how slowly we sew ’cause the thread snarls so!” exclaimed
Margaret.

“You must have a lazy man’s thread,” replied Sir Bodkin laughing.

“What kind is that?” asked Margaret looking up in surprise.

“One that’s too long. Longer than arm’s length. You might think it
easier to use one, and that you could sew faster. But you can’t. It
takes longer to pull it through every time and it’s sure to get snarled
and knotted. A short thread is better,” said Sir Bodkin. “Did you ever
hear the story of the tailor’s daughter?”

[Illustration]

“No,” said Margaret, “tell it to me.”

“Well,” began the King, seating himself on a spool of thread as they
worked, “it was this way: Once upon a time there was an old tailor who
had a very beautiful daughter. He also had in his shop two young tailors
working for him. Now both these young tailors loved the daughter and
wanted to marry her. So each one asked the father for her hand. They
were both good and the old tailor couldn’t choose between them. So he
said: ‘The one who can make a suit of clothes first shall have her.’

[Illustration]

“Each at once set to work on a suit of clothes and the beautiful
daughter threaded their needles for them. Now one of the two young
tailors was the daughter’s favorite. Of course she wanted him to get
through first. So she threaded the other one’s needles with great long
threads which made him sew very slowly. But she threaded with short
threads the needles of the one she loved, and he sewed so fast that he
got through first. So he won the beautiful daughter’s hand in marriage
and they lived happily ever afterward.”

“Oh, I’m so glad!” cried Margaret who dearly loved a story. “That is a
lovely story, Sir Bodkin.”

“I like it quite well myself,” he replied getting up and looking at the
work cap which Margaret was about to trim with the rickrack braid.

“How does your cap go on your head, My Lady?” he asked.

“It has an elastic in the casing and is just a plain round cap,”
answered Margaret.

“The frill falling around your face will look very sweet with these
little white points on it,” Sir Bodkin said looking admiringly at his
little mistress. “In fact you’ll look like a princess and you are one,
anyway, for:

                 “No queen or princess holds more sway,
                 Or has more subjects loving,
                 Than she who makes the home more gay
                 And daily tasks is doing.

                 Now any child with loving heart
                 And willing hands, though royal,
                 May find a kingdom right at home
                 With subjects fond and loyal.”

[Illustration: “I’ll need to wear my apron gay”]

“Do you really think that!” cried Margaret delightedly, with a tiny lump
in her throat.

“Yes, My Lady,” he answered.

“Well, this braid is all basted on now,” she soon told him.

“Runner can step it down for you or it can be sewed on the machine, just
as you say,” said the King.

“I think the machine would be stronger for the wash-tub, don’t you?” she
asked him.

“Perhaps it would,” said Sir Bodkin.

“There is another set to do to-morrow and it is just like this one only
pink. Then I’ll have two,” Margaret said happily.

“My Lady will be a regular little housewife, soon,” smiled the King.

“Yes, I want to be one,” Margaret said putting Baster in the pincushion,
“and when I help Mother after school I’ll slip on my apron to keep my
dress neat, for:

                  “Spots are ugly things to see
                  On clothes that should so dainty be.
                  When I help Mother every day,
                  I’ll need to wear my apron gay.”




                               CHAPTER XX
                      THE DOLL’S CHRISTMAS PRESENT


[Illustration]

Margaret had been very busy all the fall. Now that Thanksgiving was over
the little girl turned her thoughts towards Christmas and Christmas
presents. She was making a present for her doll. It was a little cover
for the doll’s bed and one for the pillow. They were made of
cream-colored muslin and had designs stamped on them in black lines,
which were to be embroidered in a colored embroidery cotton.

“I know she’ll like a bed-cover, ’cause her bed hasn’t any to make it
look pretty after it’s made up in the morning,” said Margaret to
herself. “She’s a very good child and should have a nice gift.”

[Illustration]

                        “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.

“They will be very pretty worked in outline-stitch in one color,” he
told Margaret as he turned himself this way and that to get a good view
from all sides.

“I would like to do the design in pink, ’cause my bed is pink and my
doll’s bed always stands over in that corner near mine,” replied
Margaret.

“Very good. You’ll need a fast worker. I’ll call out Race-Horse
Embroiderer. Harness him with pink embroidery cotton and he’ll step
quickly along and cover up those black lines in no time,” said the King.

[Illustration]

Race-Horse Embroiderer came sliding very quickly from the needle-book.
He stood very still while Margaret threaded some coarse embroidery
cotton in his eye.

“That coarse cotton will work up fast and make the picture stand out
better,” Sir Bodkin told his mistress.

“Yes, you’re right. I just love pink for a color and so does my doll,”
answered Margaret.

“I’m partial to it myself,” replied the King. “We’ll make this a very
pretty present. When the outlines are worked in pink you can
blanket-stitch the edge of each cover in this pink cotton and the whole
thing when finished will look charming.”

Margaret seemed pleased and took the little cover in her left hand and
Embroiderer in her right. He stepped on the stamped design where one of
the lines began and sang:

                  “To fasten the thread, I take a run
                  Towards you on the line.
                  Now I am ready to take the steps
                  That make the picture fine.
                  Always pointing to yourself
                  With my little toe,
                  On the line I take a step,
                  Then away with a jump I go.
                  Another step, another jump,
                  A straight trail left behind.
                  The black line now is covered up,
                  The picture’s pink you’ll find.”

[Illustration: Outline-stitch]

“Be sure, sir, you always swing your thread down on the same side,”
cautioned Sir Bodkin.

“Yes,” said Margaret, “we’re doing that all right.” She was so
fascinated with covering up the lines and making them pink with the
stitches that before she knew it the bed-cover was done.

“Doesn’t that look lovely!” she cried holding it up.

“It does look very dainty and dollified,” said Sir Bodkin peering down
from the chair

[Illustration: “My doll will be glad on Christmas morning”]

arm. “Can you finish the pillow-cover to-day, too?”

[Illustration]

“I’ll have to do that to-morrow, for it’s now time for my errands. Then
when the pillow-cover is outlined we can do the blanket-stitching ’round
the edge. It’s all very pretty and easy to do. I know my doll will be
glad when she sees this present on Christmas morning,” Margaret said as
she folded up her work to be placed in her bureau drawer until next day.

“I’m afraid if I leave it out on the work-basket she’ll see it,” she
explained to Sir Bodkin and the One-Eyed Fairies, “and I want it to be a
surprise.”

“To your place, sir,” whispered Sir Bodkin to Embroiderer, “and don’t
any of you breathe a word of this to the doll.”

“Thank you all very much,” said Margaret. “I wish I could do something
for your Christmas.”

“Christmas is not for us unless we are given away to some one in
work-baskets or help people get ready for it. That is pleasure enough
for us, My Lady,” Sir Bodkin answered.

“You are nice all-the-year-round friends, anyway, and I couldn’t get
along without you,” she said. So the sewing was put away for the day and
was taken up next day and the day after that until it was finished
entirely.




                              CHAPTER XXI
                      SOME MORE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS


Margaret came into her room a few days after the doll’s Christmas
present was finished.

“More presents to be made?” asked Sir Bodkin jumping off the pincushion.

[Illustration]

“Yes,” answered Margaret, “and these will be the last.”

“What are they to be?” asked the King again.

“Mother bought me a third of a yard of handkerchief linen to make some
handkerchiefs. Can you tell me how?” she asked her friend, holding up
some fine white cloth.

“I suppose the linen is thirty-six inches, or a yard, wide?” he said.

Margaret took her tape measure from the work-basket and measured the
goods.

“That’s the width,” Margaret told Sir Bodkin.

“Then you can cut it into three twelve-inch squares. First cut off the
selvedge on each end. That’s the woven edge on the sides of the cloth;
and fold the linen in three across the long way of the piece,” directed
Sir Bodkin.

“Take a One-Eyed Fairy in your hand and with his toe pick up a thread
running the same way you wish to cut the squares apart. Pull the thread
out and cut where it leaves a little track. This is called cutting by a
thread,” said he to Margaret.

“Fold each square over diagonally to see if it is the same on all four
sides. If it is, then it’s a perfect square and we can go on with the
edges,” Sir Bodkin told his mistress.

[Illustration: “Fold each square over diagonally”]

“Each one is perfectly square now,” said Margaret; “how shall we sew the
first one?”

“The first one we’ll hemstitch,” said the King. “Measure one-half inch
in from the edge and pick up and pull out a thread very carefully across
the square. Use the Fairy’s toe as before. Do another thread towards the
center. Do five threads on each side,” said Sir Bodkin.

[Illustration: First stitch
Second stitch
Hemstitching]

Margaret soon had the sides drawn and ready. Then she turned a tiny hem
and basted it down to the place where the threads were drawn. Fine
Stitcher was harnessed with number 80 white cotton thread.

She held the hem at the top over her left forefinger. Stitcher came up
through it and out at the right hand corner ready to start. He left a
trail of thread under the hem to fasten it. Then he sang:

            “I start at right corner where threads are drawn
            And with my little toe,
            Pick up a tiny bunch of them,
            Slip underneath towards you.
            Back over I go and step towards you
            Beneath the bunch again,
            But this time stick my little toe
            Up through the edge of hem.”

“There!” cried Sir Bodkin, “you’ve made your first hemstitch. Keep the
bunches of threads the same size as you go from right to left and
they’ll look even when finished.”

Margaret and Stitcher went very carefully along one side to the other
corner.

“You have to be careful when you pick up the threads in the tiny spaces
at the corners where the cloth is double. Whip the outside edges of the
hems together at the corners so they won’t fray out when washed,” said
Sir Bodkin and waited for this to be done and the thread fastened.

[Illustration]

“Oh,” said Margaret, “that takes care to make it look nice. And you have
to keep your hands very clean or your work gets dirty.”

“Well, My Lady, we can’t have any gains without pains, you know. Take
your time and be sure to get the bunches of threads even and all sewing
threads fastened well. Then this fine white linen handkerchief
hemstitched by hand will be a present fit for a queen,” Sir Bodkin
replied.

“And that will be my Mother!” said Margaret proudly.

Sir Bodkin nodded approval of this. “Suppose you lay this one away for
to-day and start the next one. Then you won’t get so tired. You have
plenty of time to finish the three before Christmas,” said he.

[Illustration: Hem rolling]

“I’ll run and wash my hands again to be sure they’re clean,” said
Margaret.

“Wait a minute. Wet a clean little sponge or cloth to moisten your
fingers when you roll the hem in this handkerchief,” cried the King to
her before she got out of sight.

When she came back Margaret picked up the square of linen. Sir Bodkin
told her to trim the corners off round with her scissors.

“Roll the edge of the linen between your left thumb and forefinger
towards you until the raw edge is out of sight. Moisten your fingers a
tiny bit and don’t get the hem too big and clumsy,” cautioned Sir
Bodkin.

In a few minutes Margaret learned the knack of hem rolling.

“It’s kind of fun, isn’t it?” she said.

“Yes, and that one looks good for a first attempt,” said the King.

Margaret looked pleased. Then she folded her work away in the basket.

[Illustration]

“Good-bye, dear,” she said to her friend, “I must run and do my errands
now. You’ll see me to-morrow.”

All was quiet in the room, after she had gone, with the mystery of
Christmas presents loaded with pleasant thoughts, waiting to be finished
by their happy maker.




                              CHAPTER XXII
                      FINISHING THE HANDKERCHIEFS


Next day Margaret hurried to her room wearing a pretty little white
apron over her school dress.

“To keep my work clean,” said she to Sir Bodkin.

“Good plan. Now let’s get to work, for there is plenty to do,” he
answered her.

Margaret took up the handkerchief with the rolled hem.

“We’ll have to overcast around the entire edge once so you can turn and
go back the other way to finish,” said Sir Bodkin when the hem was
rolled.

He called Embroiderer to him and asked Margaret if she had any fine
French embroidery cotton.

[Illustration]

“Yes, Mother bought some for me to use,” she said holding up several
skeins in colors pink, blue, and red.

“Fine!” cried Sir Bodkin; “which color shall you use to work this edge?
You may use one or two.”

“I think blue and red would be pretty,” said Margaret.

“Very good. We’ll overcast red one way and blue the other. All ready?”
he said to Embroiderer, when he was harnessed.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” replied the Fairy.

“Then go!” cried the King. Margaret held the square with the hem at the
top, in her left hand rolled side away from her.

Fastening the thread under the rolled hem so it couldn’t come out and
didn’t show, the Fairy began to step over and over from right to left,
singing:

            “Over and over from right to left
            Along the hem I go.
            Step over the edge and back ’neath the hem,
            So fine and even, you know.
            You keep the hem measured straight by a thread,
            As you hold it for me to step over.
            Slowly we go round the corner, my dear,
            The rolled edge so neatly to cover.”

[Illustration: First overcasting]

“O dear,” said Margaret, “the thread gets so twisted as he goes over and
over.”

“Let him hang for a minute from the end and he’ll swing it around
straight again,” laughed Sir Bodkin.

[Illustration]

This was done and the overcasting went on. After a while they were
around the four sides of the handkerchief.

“What shall we do now!” cried Margaret.

“Fasten the red thread, take a blue one, then turn around and go the
other way from left to right and you’ll see how pretty it looks,” said
the King. The Fairy sang:

            “Over and over from left to right,
            To cross our first steps we go.
            Jump over the edge, stick my toe ’neath the hem
            Where I came through the first time you know.”

“Oh, doesn’t it look pretty!” cried Margaret as the tiny crosses began
to appear on the edge.

“Now leave that and start the third one,” said Sir Bodkin and Margaret
took up the third square.

[Illustration: Second overcasting]

[Illustration: Blanket-stitch]

“Turn a tiny hem all around, one-eighth inch both turns, and baste it,”
said the King.

When this was done, Sir Bodkin told Margaret of two ways to finish this
hem.

“You can hem it with tiny invisible stitches or you can blanket-stitch
it in pink,” he said. “Nothing is more dainty or charming than a plain
white linen handkerchief finely hemmed by hand, but for a Christmas
present, the pink blanket-stitching would be more festive,” he advised.

“And I know how to do that, too. I think these handkerchiefs will all
look sweet when they are finished,” said Margaret.

“Wash them in the bowl with lukewarm water and white soap, rinse them,
blue them, and then press them when damp and you’ll have three
first-class presents. Remember to take your time, make your stitches
even, keep your work clean as you do it, and you’ll come out all right,”
Sir Bodkin said.

Margaret was very busy after school for several days after this working
to finish carefully and daintily the edges of the three handkerchiefs.
At last all three were done.

“Thank you very much, Sir Bodkin, for showing me how to make such lovely
gifts. I know those who get them will like them very much. Thank you
all, and a very Merry Christmas to every one,” she said smiling as she
put each one away carefully in the needle-book.

[Illustration: Wrapping up her Christmas gifts]

“Don’t eat too much turkey or candy and don’t forget your little
friends,” laughed Sir Bodkin as he bowed to Margaret from the table.

“No, I’ll try to be wise and I’ll never forget you!” said she and then
she ran away and was soon busy wrapping up her Christmas gifts.

Outside the Christmas snow was falling, inside the little One-Eyed
Fairies all prepared to take a long rest until after the holidays.




                             CHAPTER XXIII
                     LAZY-DAISIES AND FRENCH KNOTS


Christmas was over and Margaret’s little pink fingers were busy again
with a One-Eyed Fairy, sewing on a pretty square tea-cloth for Mother.

[Illustration]

Sir Bodkin saw his little mistress hard at work and quietly crept up on
the table beside her to find out what she was sewing. He was very
curious and jealous of what she did without asking him. You see, when a
Bodkin and his subjects come to live in any one’s work-basket they
belong heart and soul to that person. Especially so if they have been
bought from a store and given for a present. People sometimes become so
fond of their One-Eyed Fairies, they use them for years and they become
great pets. They miss certain ones very much when they become lost or
broken.

“It’s because we’re made of such finely tempered steel,” Sir Bodkin once
explained to Margaret.

“Now those are done!” at last exclaimed Margaret to herself holding up
the tea-cloth stamped with a design of flowers. She had just finished
outlining the leaves and stems in green embroidery cotton.

“What is it, My Lady?” asked Sir Bodkin unable to control his curiosity
any longer.

“Oh, how do you do?” said Margaret to him. “Sh-h-h, don’t say a word. I
am doing this for Mother as a surprise. She’s giving a tea-party soon
and I want to work these flowers on this tea-cloth. Do you know how to
make them pretty?”

[Illustration: “For Mother as a surprise”]

“Yes, My Lady,” answered Sir Bodkin, “they can be done easily and
effectively with lazy-daisies for petals and French knots for centers.”

“Those are funny names,” laughed Margaret, “but you know all about the
stitches, so I’ll take your word for it. What colors do you think would
be nice to work them in?”

[Illustration: Lazy-Daisy Stitch]

“Everything is color nowadays. You could use pinks and blues with yellow
centers,” replied the tiny King.

“That would look gay, and quite right for afternoon tea, I think,” said
Margaret, getting out her embroidery-bag and selecting the colors from
the French embroidery cotton in it.

Embroiderer was harnessed with pink for the first flower.

“Don’t forget to work the petals from the center all the time,” Sir
Bodkin said to him.

“I know, Sire,” he replied and stepped on the wrong side of the
tea-cloth to fasten the thread underneath the flower center, then he
sang:

             “From the center step out, and a loop I make,
             At the center step in, and a quick step take
             Out over the loop end, and step in once more,
             Then out at the center, make loop as before.”

“It goes easier than it sounds,” said Margaret as she and the Fairy made
lazy-daisy petals of pink, then blue, all along the tea-cloth.

“With the yellow centers, it will look very handsome,” replied Sir
Bodkin.

“Now for the Frenchies,” laughed Margaret when all the flower petals
were done. “I wonder what time it’s getting to be.”

Just then the big grandfather clock downstairs in the hall struck five.

“I’ll have time to start the centers before it’s time to wash my hands
and face and brush my hair for dinner. I wish I had the time with me
then I wouldn’t always be running round looking at clocks,” sighed
Margaret.

She harnessed Embroiderer with yellow, and made a knot in one end of the
thread as the King told her to do.

“All ready,” said Sir Bodkin.

[Illustration: French Knots]

“Yes, Your Majesty,” answered the Fairy and stepped up through the cloth
from the wrong side to the right side in the flower center. Margaret
pulled the cotton through, the knot holding it fast and the Fairy sang:

               “While you hold me in your right hand,
               And to left I point my toe;
               Left hand wraps the cotton round me,
               Three times where the thread came through.
               Left hand holds the wrapped thread firmly,
               In again I stick my toe,
               Through the place where I came out first
               To the wrong side quickly then I go.”

After the embroidery cotton had been pulled all the way through, it left
a little round knot on the right side in the flower center. Sir Bodkin
told Margaret to bring the fairy up through again to make another French
knot in the flower center.

“Five knots are about right for one flower,” said he. So Margaret and
the fairy Embroiderer made that number in each one.

“You have to hold the cotton tight with your left hand as you push him
in, or it doesn’t make a pretty knot, does it?” said Margaret after a
while.

“Yes, you have to get the knack, as you do in almost any kind of
stitchery,” remarked Sir Bodkin.

[Illustration]

“Oh, I must stop now and get ready for dinner!” cried Margaret jumping
up and sticking Embroiderer into the pincushion so deep that nothing
could be seen of him at all. Then she ran hurriedly out of the room
after putting her work away in her bureau drawer.

“Goodness me, where am I?” cried the Fairy in alarm. “I’ve sunk out of
sight, I know!” But none of the others heard him, for his voice was
smothered in the sawdust stuffing.




                              CHAPTER XXIV
                               A SURPRISE


Margaret hunted and hunted everywhere for Embroiderer.

“Where can he be?” she said. “I would like to finish these French knots
to-day.”

[Illustration]

“Where did you last see him, My Lady?” asked Sir Bodkin in distress. He,
too, had been looking everywhere; in the needle-book and the work-basket
and on the table-top, for the lost One-Eyed Fairy. This was the first
time during the year they had lived with Margaret that anything had
happened to any one of them.

[Illustration]

“Oh, I remember now where I left him yesterday!” cried Margaret. “I was
in a hurry and stuck him ’way down deep into the pincushion.”

“Then you’ll have to squeeze him out,” said Sir Bodkin. “Take the
pincushion and squeeze the top and bottom together carefully, so if he’s
there his toe won’t prick your fingers. Many a One-Eyed Fairy has been
lost in a pincushion.”

Margaret took up the red tomato pincushion and squeezed it and pinched
it.

“Here he is!” she cried as Embroiderer’s head began to poke through the
top of the red cloth.

“Deary me, but I’m glad to get out of that place again!” said he taking
a deep breath. “You can’t breathe in there and the sawdust gets in your
eye, too. I squirmed and wriggled and perhaps I’d have come out the
bottom soon. My, but I’m glad you squeezed me out the top!”

“Of course you might have got yourself out, but we should have been
frightfully worried,” said Sir Bodkin much relieved to see him again
safe and sound.

“Do you feel like helping me to do the rest of these French knots in the
tea-cloth?” asked Margaret, putting him through the emery to dust off
the sawdust.

“Oh, yes! Some exercise would do me good,” he answered.

Margaret and he worked busily and finished the tea-cloth.

“Do you know that to-morrow will be my birthday?” asked the little girl
of the One-Eyed Fairies and their King.

“So it will,” replied Sir Bodkin. “It doesn’t seem a year since we came
to live with you, My Lady.”

“No, the time has gone very fast for me. It’s been lots of fun knowing
you all and learning how to sew and make pretty things,” said Margaret
looking at her tiny friends with shining eyes.

“We’ll always stick to you, My Lady,” they all cried.

“I’m glad, for I never could do without you. Oh, there goes that clock
striking half-past five! It’s late. I must hurry to tidy myself before
Father comes home to dinner. Good-bye, dears,” she said running out of
the room.

Next morning early Sir Bodkin and the One-Eyes were wakened out of their
sleep by a loud noise in their work-basket home.

“Tick-tick,” it sounded.

“Mercy sakes!” cried Sir Bodkin hopping up very much frightened. “I
never heard such a queer noise in my life!”

[Illustration]

Every one of the One-Eyed Fairies was frightened, too. There in the
work-basket among the sewing things was a long blue box. The noise was
coming from inside.

“Maybe it’s a bomb!” cried Baster who had a vivid imagination.

“It’s something terrible, I know!” said Hemmer timidly.

“I think we’re all wrong!” said Sir Bodkin suddenly. “This is Margaret’s
birthday and I believe this is for her, ’cause it looks something like a
jewel-box to me and——”

[Illustration: “A silver wrist-watch for my birthday!”]

“What’s the matter? What are you all looking at so intently!” cried
Margaret herself just then as she jumped out of bed and ran over to see.

“Oh, look!” she cried in delight, picking up the blue leather box and
pressing the spring-button in the front. The lid flew up and the cause
of all the disturbance lay there, before their eyes, ticking away on the
white satin lining.

“A silver wrist-watch for my birthday!” gasped Margaret with her eyes
growing bigger and bigger with surprise and pleasure.

Sir Bodkin and all the One-Eyed Fairies fell back in astonishment.

“Many, many happy returns of the day, My Lady!” said the King, bowing
and bending.

“That’s just what it says on this card,” cried Margaret and read aloud:

        “Many happy returns of your birthday, our dear,
        We wish, with this little surprise.
        For your stitches have made us quite glad all the year,
        With the help of your friends, the One-Eyes.

                “MOTHER, FATHER, AND BROTHER JIM.”

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

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                          TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES


 1. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling.
 2. Anachronistic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as
      printed.
 3. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.





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