" yes , this is certainly the wisest plan , " said the written paper ; " i really did not think of this . i shall remain at home and be held in honor like some old grandfather , as i really am to all these new books . they will do some good . i could not have wandered about as they can , yet he who wrote all this has looked at me as every word flowed from his pen upon my surface . i am the most honored of all . " then the paper was tied in a bundle with other papers and thrown into a tub that stood in the washhouse . " after work , it is well to rest , " said the paper , " and a very good opportunity to collect one 's thoughts . now i am able , for the first time , to learn what is in me ; and to know one 's self is true progress . what will be done with me now , i wonder ? no doubt i shall still go forward . i have always progressed hitherto , i know quite well . "
it was thrown into a tub in a washhouse .
what happened to the paper after it was tied in a bundle ?
what happened to the paper after it was tied in a bundle ?