Chapter 18
The Darning-NeedleTHERE 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 c***k 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
