“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 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.  I know who I am, and I shall remain what I am.”

One day something lay close beside her that glittered splendidly; then the Darning-Needle believed that it was a diamond; but it was a Bit of broken Bottle; and because it shone, the Darning-Needle spoke to it, introducing herself as a breastpin.

“I suppose you are a diamond?” she observed.

“Why, yes, something of that kind.”

And then each believed the other to be a very valuable thing; and they began speaking about the world, and how very conceited it was.

“I have been in a lady’s box,” said the Darning-Needle, “and this lady was a cook.  She had five fingers on each hand, and I never saw anything so conceited as those five fingers.  And yet they were only there that they might take me out of the box, and put me back into it.”

“Were they of good birth?” asked the Bit of Bottle.

“No, indeed,” replied the Darning-Needle, “but very haughty.  There were five brothers, all of the Finger family.  They kept very proudly together, though they were of different lengths.  The outermost, the Thumbling, was short and fat; he walked out in front of the ranks, and had only one joint in his back, and could only make a single bow; but he said if he were hacked off from a man, that man was useless for service in war.  Dainty-Mouth, the second finger, thrust himself into sweet and sour, pointed to the sun and moon, and gave the impression when they wrote.  Longman, the third, looked at all the others over his shoulder.  Goldborder, the fourth, went about with a golden belt round his waist; and little Playman did nothing at all, and was proud of it.  There was nothing but bragging among them, and therefore I went away.”

“And now we sit here and glitter!” said the Bit of Bottle.

At that moment more water came into the gutter, so that it overflowed, and the Bit of Bottle was carried away.

“So, he is disposed of,” observed the Darning-Needle.  “I remain here; I am too fine.  But that’s my pride, and my pride is honorable.”  And proudly she sat there, and had many great thoughts.  “I could almost believe I had been born of a sunbeam, I’m so fine.  It really appears to me as if the sunbeams were always seeking for me under the water.  Ah!  I’m so fine that my mother cannot find me.  If I had my old eye, which broke off, I think I should cry; but no, I should not do that; it’s not genteel to cry.”