"You have a very pretty appearance and a peculiar
head, but it is only little. You must take pains to grow, for it's not
every one that has sealing-wax dropped upon him."
And the Darning-needle drew herself up so proudly that she fell out of
the handkerchief right into the sink, which the cook was rinsing out.
"Now we're going on a journey," said the Darning-needle. "If I only
don't get lost!"
But she really was lost.
"I'm too fine for this world," she observed, as she lay in the gutter.
"But I know who I am, and there's always something in that!"
So the Darning-needle kept her proud behavior, and did not lose her
good humor. And things of many kinds swam over her, chips and straws
and pieces of old newspapers.
"Only look how they sail!" said the Darning-needle. "They don't know
what is under them! I'm here, I remain firmly here. See, there goes
a chip thinking of nothing in the world but of himself--of a chip!
There's a straw going by now. How he turns! how he twirls about! Don't
think only of yourself, you might easily run up against a stone.
There swims a bit of newspaper. What's written upon it has long been
forgotten, and yet it gives itself airs. I sit quietly and patiently
here.
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