THEDARNING
THE DARNING-NEEDLE
THERE was once a darning-needle who thought herself so
fine that she fancied she must be fit for embroidery. "Hold me
tight," she would say to the fingers, when they took her up,
"don't let me fall; if you do I shall never be found again, I
am so very fine."
"That is your opinion, is it?" said the fingers, as they
seized her round the body.
"See, I am coming with a train," said the darning-needle,
drawing a long thread after her; but there was no knot in the
thread.
The fingers then placed the point of the needle against
the cook's slipper. There was a crack in the upper leather,
which had to be sewn together.
"What coarse work!" said the darning-needle, "I shall
never get through. I shall break!- I am breaking!" and sure
enough she broke. "Did I not say so?" said the darning-needle,
"I know I am too fine for such work as that."
"This needle is quite useless for sewing now," said the
fingers; but they still held it fast, and the cook dropped
some sealing-wax on the needle, and fastened her handkerchief
with it in front.
"So now I am a breast-pin," said the darning-needle; "I
knew very well I should come to honor some day: merit is sure
to rise;" and she laughed, quietly to herself, for of course
no one ever saw a darning-needle laugh. And there she sat as
proudly as if she were in a state coach, and looked all around
her. "May I be allowed to ask if you are made of gold?" she
inquired of her neighbor, a pin; "you have a very pretty
appearance, and a curious head, although you are rather small.
You must take pains to grow, for it is not every one who has
sealing-wax dropped upon him;" and as she spoke, the
darning-needle drew herself up so proudly that she fell out of
the handkerchief right into the sink, which the cook was
cleaning. "Now I am going on a journey," said the needle, as
she floated away with the dirty water, "I do hope I shall not
be lost." But she really was lost in a gutter. "I am too fine
for this world," said the darning-needle, as she lay in the
gutter; "but I know who I am, and that is always some
comfort." So the darning-needle kept up her proud behavior,
and did not lose her good humor. Then there floated over her
all sorts of things,- chips and straws, and pieces of old
newspaper. "See how they sail," said the darning-needle; "they
do not know what is under them. I am here, and here I shall
stick. See, there goes a chip, thinking of nothing in the
world but himself- only a chip. There's a straw going by now;
how he turns and twists about! Don't be thinking too much of
yourself, or you may chance to run against a stone. There
swims a piece of newspaper; what is written upon it has been
forgotten long ago, and yet it gives itself airs. I sit here
patiently and quietly. I know who I am, so I shall not move."
One day something lying close to the darning-needle
glittered so splendidly that she thought it was a diamond; yet
it was only a piece of broken bottle. The darning-needle spoke
to it, because it sparkled, and represented herself as a
breast-pin. "I suppose you are really a diamond?" she said.
"Why yes, something of the kind," he replied; and so each
believed the other to be very valuable, and then they began to
talk about the world, and the conceited people in it.
"I have been in a lady's work-box," said the
darning-needle, "and this lady was the cook. She had on each
hand five fingers, and anything so conceited as these five
fingers I have never seen; and yet they were only employed to
take me out of the box and to put me back again."
"Were they not high-born?"
"High-born!" said
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