‘Now I’m going on a journey!’ said the Darning Needle. ‘I do hope that I’ll not get lost!’ But she really was lost already.
One of the tin soldiers was a little different; he had one leg because he had been cast last of all, and there had not been enough tin to finish him.
No one would let it be known that he could see nothing, for that would have proved that he was unfit for office or that he was very, very stupid.
So the little girl had to walk with naked feet, which were red and blue with cold. No one had bought anything of her the live-long day; no one had given her a penny.
Although there were plenty of princesses, there was always something that did not seem quite right about them.
‘He is not pretty, but he has a good temper and swims as well as the others. Perhaps he will improve in looks as time goes on.’