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All was quiet in the house. The only sound was the ticking of the clock downstairs; and sometimes Jack barked in his sleep. But when people are asleep, other things are awake. The clock struck twelve.
In the room of the little girl, Mary, only the toys were awake. Someone was opening the door of her bedroom.
It was a Needle that walked in. A long white Thread followed it. I do rot know why those two came into her room, but, certainly they came. I am afraid they were quarreling.
The Needle with its one eye looked down on the Thread and said, “I am tired; why must I take you and your sisters through holes? I help you and do all the hard work as well; you just follow where I lead you, that is all your work.”
But the Thread replied: “My sisters and I are not idle, as you think; we have to hold things together. Several of my sisters are just now in Mary’s dress, and you don’t know what a difficult thing it is to stay there. You have a very good time in the work-basket; you talk to the other Needles and Pins. You are even friendly with our enemy, the Scissors, who separated me from my dear sisters.”
The Needle turned her eye away and ran out of the room; the Thread quickly followed after.