Answer:
What type of dress can never be worn?
I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken with the other I hold on.
I have a small hill with seven holes. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
What goes up and down but does not move?
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.