THE DARNING-NEEDLE
BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
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HERE was once a Darning-needle, who thought herself so fine, she imagined she was an embroidering-needle.
"Take care, and mind you hold me tight!" she said to the Fingers that took her out. "Don't let me fall! If I fall on the ground I shall certainly never be found again, for I am so fine!"
"That's as it may be," said the Fingers; and they grasped her round the body.
"See, I'm coming with a train!" said the Darning-needle, and she drew a long thread after her, but there was no knot in the thread.
The Fingers pointed the needle just at the cook's slipper, in which the upper leather had burst, and was to be sewn together.