` Well , I shall have to propose to the hair-brush ! ' thought the shirt-collar . ` It is really wonderful what fine hair you have , madam ! Have you never thought of marrying ? ' ` Yes , that I have ! ' answered the hair-brush ; ` I 'm engaged to the boot-jack ! ' ` Engaged ! ' exclaimed the shirt-collar . And now there was no one he could marry , so he took to despising matrimony . Time passed , and the shirt-collar came in a rag-bag to the paper-mill . There was a large assortment of rags , the fine ones in one heap , and the coarse ones in another , as they should be . They had all much to tell , but no one more than the shirt-collar , for he was a hopeless braggart . ' I have had a terrible number of love affairs ! ' he said . ` They give me no peace . I was such a fine gentleman , so stiff with starch ! I had a boot-jack and a hair-brush , which I never used ! You should just have seen me then ! Never shall I forget my first love ! She was a girdle , so delicate and soft and pretty !
She threw herself into a wash-tub XXXXX my sake !
as for in of paper-mill rag-bag than that to with