“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.”