“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.