A STORY ABOUT A DARNING-NEEDLE
There was once a Darning-needle who thought herself so fine that
she believed she was an embroidery-needle. 'Take great care to
hold me tight!' said the Darning-needle to the Fingers who were
holding her. 'Don't let me fall! If I once fall on the ground I
shall never be found again, I am so fine!'
'It is all right!' said the Fingers, seizing her round the waist.
'Look, I am coming with my train!' said the Darning-needle as she
drew a long thread after her; but there was no knot at the end of
the thread.
The Fingers were using the needle on the cook's shoe. The upper
leather was unstitched and had to be sewn together.
'This is common work!' said the Darning-needle. 'I shall never
get through it. I am breaking! I am breaking!' And in fact she
did break. 'Didn't I tell you so!' said the Darning-needle. 'I
am too fine!'
'Now she is good for nothing!' said the Fingers; but they had to
hold her tight while the cook dropped some sealing-wax on the
needle and stuck it in the front of her dress.
'Now I am a breast-pin!' said the Darning-needle. 'I always knew
I should be promoted.
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