|The Missing Thimble
||Today was a warm, hot day. It was warm in the morning and hot at noon. Before noon and after noon and after that, I carried water to the
in the field in a jug. I got the water out of the
to put into the jug. I had to
put water in the pump
before any would come out. The men were glad to have that water in the jug.
||While I was taking the water in the jug to the men in the field, from her sewing basket
Lars Porsena of Clusium
thimble, and she didn't have it and she couldn't find it. She sent me to watch out for it in the house and in the yard and everywhere. I know how Lars Porsena of Clusium has a
for collecting things of bright colors, like
my fondness for collecting rocks; so I ran to his hiding place in the old oak tree. There I found the mamma's thimble; but she said the pet crow's having taken it was as though I had taken it, because he was my property; so I got a spanking with the hazel
that grow near unto our back steps. Inside me I couldn't help feeling she ought to have given me thanks for finding the thimble.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003