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 “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.” From the line a large One-Eyed Fairy stepped out. “Some thread in my eye and we’ll start,” he said. 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. 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 “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.” 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. “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.” 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 “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 “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?” “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 “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. |