` And the end was just as good as the beginning . All the plates clattered for joy . ' `` Now I will dance , '' said the tongs , and she danced . Oh ! how high she could kick ! ` The old chair-cover in the corner split when he saw her . ` The urn would have sung but she said she had a cold ; she could not sing unless she boiled . ` In the window was an old quill pen . There was nothing remarkable about her except that she had been dipped too deeply into the ink . But she was very proud of that . ' `` If the urn will not sing , '' said she , `` outside the door hangs a nightingale in a cage who will sing . '' ' `` I do n't think it 's proper , '' said the kettle , `` that such a foreign bird should be heard . '' ' `` Oh , let us have some acting , '' said everyone . `` Do let us ! '' ` Suddenly the door opened and the maid came in . Everyone was quite quiet . There was not a sound . But each pot knew what he might have done , and how grand he was . ` The maid took the matches and lit the fire with them . How they spluttered and flamed , to be sure !
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