` Rag ! ' it said . The shirt-collar was rather frayed out at the edge , so the scissors came to cut off the threads . ` Oh ! ' said the shirt-collar , ` you must be a dancer ! How high you can kick ! That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen ! No man can imitate you ! ' ' I know that ! ' said the scissors . ` You ought to be a duchess ! ' said the shirt-collar . ` My worldly possessions consist of a fine gentleman , a boot-jack , and a hair-brush . If only I had a duchy ! ' ` What ! He wants to marry me ? ' said the scissors , and she was so angry that she gave the collar a sharp snip , so that it had to be cast aside as good for nothing . ` Well , I shall have to propose to the hair-brush ! ' thought the shirt-collar . ` It is really wonderful what fine hair you have , madam !
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