When Father came in sight, Bobby ran to meet him.
“When are you going to the tailor’s, Daddy?” asked Bobby.
“Tomorrow morning,” answered Father.
“May I go with you?” asked Bobby. “Please, Daddy.”
“No, Bobby, there is nothing at the tailor’s you want to see.”
“Oh, yes, there is, Daddy.”
“What do you want to see, Bobby?”
“I want to see the tailor. I want to see a man sew.”
“Very well, Bobby, you may go with me.”
Bobby was up early next morning.
When breakfast was over, he went with Father to the tailor’s shop.
The tailor brought out Father’s new suit.
Father tried it on.
Bobby thought Father stood very still.
The tailor clipped the coat with his sharp shears.
At first, Bobby thought he would spoil it.
Bobby saw the tailor’s thimble.
He saw the tailor’s needle.
He saw his thread and beeswax.
He saw the tailor’s sewing machine, and suits hanging on the wall.
At last the tailor said, “That’s all.”
“When will the suit be done?” asked Father.
“I will send it Saturday,” said the tailor.
“Send the bill with it, please,” said Father.
Father then said “Good day” to the tailor, and he and Bobby went out of the shop.
“Run home, now,” said Father to Bobby. “I must be off to my work.”
The tailor kept his word.
He sent Father’s suit and the bill early Saturday morning.
An hour later Mother’s dress came with the dressmaker’s bill.
Father liked his new suit.
Mother liked her new dress.
They paid the bills that very day.
So the tailor and dressmaker had pay for their work.
And Father and Mother had their new clothes to wear to church on Sunday morning.