the FALSE COLLAR
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there was once a fine gentleman， all of whomoveables were a boot-jack and a hair-comb： buthe had the finest fal collars in the world； and it isabout one of the collars that we are now to hear astory.
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It was so old， that it began to think ofmarriage； and it happened that it came to bewashed in company with a garter.
“Nay！” said the collar. “I never did e anythingso slender and so fine， so soft and so neat. May I not ask your name？”
“That I shall not tell you！” said the garter.卜sto
“Where do you live？” asked the collar.
But the garter was so bashful， so modest， and thought it was a strange question toanswer.
“You are certainly a girdle，” said the collar； “that is to say an inside girdle. I e well that
嘴上起泡怎么办you are both for u and ornament， my dear young lady.”
“I will thank you not to speak to me，” said the garter. “I think I have not given the leastoccasion for it.”
“Yes！ When one is as handsome as you，” said the collar， “that is occasion enough.”很简单的英文
“Don't come so near me， I beg of you！” said the garter. “You look so much like thomen-folks.”
“I am also a fine gentleman，” said the collar. “I have a bootjack and a hair-comb.”
But that was not true， for it was his master who had them： but he boasted.
“Don't come so near me，” said the garter： “I am not accustomed to it.”
“Prude！” exclaimed the collar； and then it was taken out of the washing-tub. It wasstarched， hung over the back of a chair in the sunshine， and was then laid on the ironing-blanket； then came the warm box-iron. “Dear lady！” said the collar. “Dear widow-lady！
I feelquite hot. I am quite changed. I begin to unfold mylf. You will burn a hole in me. Oh！ I offeryou my hand.”
“Rag！” said the box-iron； and went proudly over the collar： for she fancied she was asteam-engine， that would go on the railroad and draw the waggons.“Rag！” said the box-iron.
the collar was a little jagged at the edge， and so came the long scissors to cut off thejagged part. “Oh！” said the collar. “You are certainly the first opera dancer. How well you canstretch your legs out！ It is the most graceful performance I have ever en. No one canimitate you.”
“I know it，” said the scissors.
“You derve to be a baroness，” said the collar. “All that I have is a fine gentleman， aboot-jack， and a hair-comb. If I only had the barony！”
“Do you ek my hand？” said the scissors； for she was angry； and without more ad
o，she CUT HIM， and then he was condemned.
“I shall now be obliged to ask the hair-comb. It is surprising how well you prerve yourteeth， Miss，” said the collar. “Have you never thought of being betrothed？”
“Yes， of cour！ you may be sure of that，” said the hair-comb. “I AM betrothed——tothe boot-jack！”
“Betrothed！” exclaimed the collar. Now there was no other to court， and so he despidit.
A long time pasd away， then the collar came into the rag chest at the paper mill；there was a large company of rags， the fine by themlves， and the coar by themlves，just as it should be. They all had much to say， but the collar the most； for he was a realboaster.
“I have had such an immen number of sweethearts！” said the collar. “I could not be inpeace！ It is true， I was always a fine starched-up gentleman！ I had b
oth a boot-jack and ahair-comb， which I never ud！ You should have en me then， you should have en mewhen I lay down！ I shall never forget MY FIRST LOVE——she was a girdle， so fine， so soft，and so charming， she threw herlf into a tub of water for my sake！ There was also awidow， who became glowing hot， but I left her standing till she got black again； there wasalso the first opera dancer， she gave me that cut which I now go with， she was soferocious！ My own hair-comb was in love with me， she lost all her teeth from the heart-ache；yes， I have lived to e much of that sort of thing；but I am extremely sorry for the garter——I mean the girdle——that went into the water-tub. I have much on my conscience， I wantto become white paper！”
And it became so， all the rags were turned into white paper； but the collar came to bejust this very piece of white paper we here e， and on which the story is printed； and thatwas becau it boasted so terribly afterwards of what had never happened to it. It would be wellfor us to beware， that we may not act in a similar manner， for we can never know if we maynot， in the cour of time， also come into the rag chest， and be made into white paper，andthen have our whole life's history printed on it， even the most cret，and be obliged to runabout and tell it ourlves， just like this collar.
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从前有一位漂亮的绅士；他所有的动产只是一个脱靴器和一把梳子。但他有一个世界上最好的衬衫领子。
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我们现在所要听到的就是关于这个领子的故事。
衬衫领子的年纪已经很大，足够考虑结婚的问题。事又凑巧，他和袜带在一块儿混在水里洗。
“我的天！”衬衫领子说，“我从来没有看到过这么苗条和细嫩、这么迷人和温柔的人儿。请问你尊姓大名？”
“这个我可不能告诉你！”袜带说。
“你府上在什么地方？”衬衫领子问。
