said the shirt-collar . And then they were taken out of the wash-tub , starched , and hung on a chair in the sun to dry , and then laid on the ironing-board . Then came the glowing iron . ` Mistress widow ! ' said the shirt-collar , ` dear mistress widow ! I am becoming another man , all my creases are coming out ; you are burning a hole in me ! Ugh ! Stop , I implore you ! ' ` You rag ! ' said the iron , travelling proudly over the shirt-collar , for it thought it was a steam engine and ought to be at the station drawing trucks . ` 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 XXXXX be a duchess ! '
at for in ironing-board over shirt-collar so that to wash-tub