“What is it, sir?” said the General, returning the Cook’s salute.
“Why sir, there’s a thimble missing from among my cooking things. I put two beans to soak in it last night and when I went to look at them a little while ago the beans were lying on the ground and the thimble was gone.”
“That’s most strange,” said the General; “I’ll have the Cowboy look into the matter and see if he can find out what has happened to the thimble.”
“Thank you, sir,” said the Cook, “I’m a little short of cooking pans and kettles and I’d like to have it back.”
The Cowboy was ordered to look for the lost thimble, but before he had fairly started the search, the thimble turned up in a most peculiar way. Down the main street of the camp towards the General’s tent marched the Dunce with the lost thimble over his head and followed by a laughing crowd of soldier.
“What’s the idea of this?” asked the General as the Dunce stopped before him.
“Safety first,” answered the Dunce.
“What do you mean by safety first?” asked the General, trying hard to keep from laughing at the ridiculous sight.
“W-w-well, you s-s-see,” began the Dunce, “I thought this thimble would make a fine suit of armor, and protect me from the wild men’s arrows. I took it out back of camp, got some tools and cut a couple of holes for my arms to go through and another hole to see through—”
“Yes, and spoiled a perfectly good thimble,” put in the General.