` 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 ! `` Now everyone can see , '' they thought , `` that we are the grandest ! How we sparkle ! What a light - '' ` But here they were burnt out . ' ` That was a delightful story ! ' said the sultana . ' I quite feel myself in the kitchen with the matches . Yes , now you shall marry our daughter . '
` Yes , indeed , ' XXXXX the sultan , ` you shall marry our daughter on Monday . '
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