Stevie's thumb hurt him, and he felt so miserable that he couldn't bear
his trouble "all alone by himself" any longer, so he sobbed out,
"'Tisn't lost! it is in the fountain! Wanted it all by myself!"
Mother took him on her lap till she had made out what had happened. Then
she tied up the poor cut thumb while grandpa went down to the fountain
and fished up the knife and fork. Stevie ate his dinner with a spoon,
for grandpa said he thought the knife and fork had better go away till
the poor thumb was well. The pretty case was quite, _quite_ spoiled. But
Stevie got his knife and fork back; and we noticed that we didn't have
to say, "Don't touch, Stevie!" nearly so often to him, and that he was
not nearly so eager to have things "all alone."
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