THE DARNING-NEEDLE
HERE was once a Darning-needle who thought herself so fine that she came at last to believe that she was fit for embroidery.
"Mind now that you hold me fast," she said to the Fingers that took her up. "Pray don't lose me. If I should fall on the ground I should certainly be lost, I am so fine."
"That's more than you can tell," said the Fingers, as they grasped her tightly by the waist.
"I come with a train, you see," said the Darning-needle, as she drew her long thread after her; but there was no knot in the thread.
The Fingers pressed the point of the Needle upon an old pair of slippers, in which the upper leather had burst and must be sewed together. The slippers belonged to the cook.