The tea kettle felt flattered and said to himself: 'Oh, now I can be anybody's equal.' But one of the ladies said: 'I can smell tar soap and I think it comes from this tea kettle.

I wonder what that means ?' Her neighbor laughed and said: 'I noticed it long ago.

I hope it has not been used for washing stockings.' So they looked at the kettle and sniffed and turned up their noses with disdain.
"The tea kettle lost his assurance, for he knew quite well that many hundreds of stockings had been boiled inside of him.

The poor thing had never guessed that the smell of tar soap would stick to him in his new shape.

He felt very cramped and uncomfortable in the society he was in, and was possessed with the thought of getting away and returning to the place where he had been comfortable and had been held in high esteem, for he had really been a first-rate boiler.
"Then suddenly the revolution ceased.