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.