“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.