THE RAG AND THE RIBBON
A PIECE of rag, which had somehow got
into a king's wardrobe, said to a ribbon
on the person of a valet, "What do you
think I am?"
"To be sure," said the ribbon, "a piece
of rag torn from some old garment."
"I am nothing of the kind," said the
rag; "I am a rare ribbon of the cut and
colour I am; and the king is proud of
having me in his wardrobe."
"What do you think I am?" said the
"To be sure," said the other, "a piece
of rag torn from some old garment to suit
the fancy of the servant who wears you."
"Alas!" cried the rag, "Place hides