The Little Robber Girl
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES
Animal Sketches And Stories
Blondine Bonne Biche and Beau Minon
BRER RABBIT and HIS NEIGHBORS
CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES
FABLES FOR CHILDREN
FABLES FROM INDIA
FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS
FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
For Classes Ii. And Iii.
For Classes Iv. And V.
For Kindergarten And Class I.
FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
Good Little Henry
JAPANESE AND OTHER ORIENTAL TALES]
Jean De La Fontaine
King Alexander's Adventures
KINGS AND WARRIORS
LAND AND WATER FAIRIES
Lessons From Nature
LITTLE STORIES that GROW BIG
MODERN FAIRY TALES
MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED
MOTHER GOOSE JINGLES
MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES
Myths And Legends
NEGLECT THE FIRE
ON POPULAR EDUCATION
PLACES AND FAMILIES
Poems Of Nature
RESURRECTION DAY (EASTER)
RHYMES CONCERNING "MOTHER"
RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE
ROMANCES OF THE MIDDLE AGES
SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY
Selections From The Bible
SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES
Some Children's Poets
Songs Of Life
STORIES BY FAVORITE AMERICAN WRITERS
STORIES FOR CHILDREN
STORIES for LITTLE BOYS
STORIES FROM BOTANY
STORIES FROM GREAT BRITAIN
STORIES FROM IRELAND
STORIES FROM PHYSICS
STORIES FROM SCANDINAVIA
STORIES FROM ZOOLOGY
STORIES _for_ LITTLE GIRLS
THE DAYS OF THE WEEK
The King Of The Golden River; Or, The Black Brothers
The Little Grey Mouse
THE OLD FAIRY TALES
The Princess Rosette
THE THREE HERMITS
THE TWO OLD MEN
UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES
VERSES ABOUT FAIRIES
WHAT MEN LIVE BY
WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO
A Story About A Darning-needle
from The Yellow Fairy Book
There was once a Darning-needle who thought herself so fine that
she believed she was an embroidery-needle. 'Take great care to
hold me tight!' said the Darning-needle to the Fingers who were
holding her. 'Don't let me fall! If I once fall on the ground I
shall never be found again, I am so fine!'
'It is all right!' said the Fingers, seizing her round the waist.
'Look, I am coming with my train!' said the Darning-needle as she
drew a long thread after her; but there was no knot at the end of
The Fingers were using the needle on the cook's shoe. The upper
leather was unstitched and had to be sewn together.
'This is common work!' said the Darning-needle. 'I shall never
get through it. I am breaking! I am breaking!' And in fact she
did break. 'Didn't I tell you so!' said the Darning-needle. 'I
am too fine!'
'Now she is good for nothing!' said the Fingers; but they had to
hold her tight while the cook dropped some sealing-wax on the
needle and stuck it in the front of her dress.
'Now I am a breast-pin!' said the Darning-needle. 'I always knew
I should be promoted. When one is something, one will become
something!' And she laughed to herself; you can never see when a
Darning-needle is laughing. Then she sat up as proudly as if she
were in a State coach, and looked all round her.
'May I be allowed to ask if you are gold?' she said to her
neighbour, the Pin. 'You have a very nice appearance, and a
peculiar head; but it is too small! You must take pains to make
it grow, for it is not everyone who has a head of sealing-wax.'
And so saying the Darning-needle raised herself up so proudly
that she fell out of the dress, right into the sink which the
cook was rinsing out.
'Now I am off on my travels!' said the Darning-needle. 'I do
hope I sha'n't get lost!' She did indeed get lost.
'I am too fine for this world!' said she as she lay in the
gutter; 'but I know who I am, and that is always a little
And the Darning-needle kept her proud bearing and did not lose
All kinds of things swam over her--shavings, bits of straw, and
scraps of old newspapers.
'Just look how they sail along!' said the Darning-needle. 'They
don't know what is underneath them! Here I am sticking fast!
There goes a shaving thinking of nothing in the world but of
itself, a mere chip! There goes a straw--well, how it does twist
and twirl, to be sure! Don't think so much about yourself, or
you will be knocked against a stone. There floats a bit of
newspaper. What is written on it is long ago forgotten, and yet
how proud it is! I am sitting patient and quiet. I know who I
am, and that is enough for me!'
One day something thick lay near her which glittered so brightly
that the Darning-needle thought it must be a diamond. But it was
a bit of bottle-glass, and because it sparkled the Darning-needle
spoke to it, and gave herself out as a breast-pin.
'No doubt you are a diamond?'
'Yes, something of that kind!' And each believed that the other
was something very costly; and they both said how very proud the
world must be of them.
'I have come from a lady's work-box,' said Darning-needle, 'and
this lady was a cook; she had five fingers on each hand; anything
so proud as these fingers I have never seen! And yet they were
only there to take me out of the work-box and to put me back
'Were they of noble birth, then?' asked the bit of bottle-glass.
'Of noble birth!' said the Darning-needle; 'no indeed, but proud!
They were five brothers, all called ''Fingers.'' They held
themselves proudly one against the other, although they were of
different sizes. The outside one, the Thumb, was short and fat;
he was outside the rank, and had only one bend in his back, and
could only make one bow; but he said that if he were cut off from
a man that he was no longer any use as a soldier. Dip-into-
everything, the second finger, dipped into sweet things as well
as sour things, pointed to the sun and the moon, and guided the
pen when they wrote. Longman, the third, looked at the others
over his shoulder. Goldband, the fourth, had a gold sash round
his waist; and little Playman did nothing at all, and was the
more proud. There was too much ostentation, and so I came away.'
'And now we are sitting and shining here!' said the bit of
At that moment more water came into the gutter; it streamed over
the edges and washed the bit of bottle-glass away.
'Ah! now he has been promoted!' said the Darning-needle. 'I
remain here; I am too fine. But that is my pride, which is a
sign of respectability!' And she sat there very proudly, thinking
'I really believe I must have been born a sunbeam, I am so fine!
It seems to me as if the sunbeams were always looking under the
water for me. Ah, I am so fine that my own mother cannot find
me! If I had my old eye which broke off, I believe I could weep;
but I can't--it is not fine to weep!'
One day two street-urchins were playing and wading in the gutter,
picking up old nails, pennies, and such things. It was rather
dirty work, but it was a great delight to them.
'Oh, oh!' cried out one, as he pricked himself with the
Darning-needle; 'he is a fine fellow though!'
'I am not a fellow; I am a young lady!' said the Darning-needle;
but no one heard. The sealing-wax had gone, and she had become
quite black; but black makes one look very slim, and so she
thought she was even finer than before.
'Here comes an egg-shell sailing along!' said the boys, and they
stuck the Darning-needle into the egg-shell.
'The walls white and I black--what a pretty contrast it makes!'
said the Darning-needle. 'Now I can be seen to advantage! If
only I am not sea-sick! I should give myself up for lost!'
But she was not sea-sick, and did not give herself up.
'It is a good thing to be steeled against sea-sickness; here one
has indeed an advantage over man! Now my qualms are over. The
finer one is the more one can beat.'
'Crack!' said the egg-shell as a wagon-wheel went over it.
'Oh! how it presses!' said the Darning-needle. 'I shall indeed
be sea-sick now. I am breaking!' But she did not break, although
the wagon-wheel went over her; she lay there at full length, and
there she may lie.
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