“‘She loved her hus — ’

“Body o’ me! I have driven the needle under my nail! . .

. It matters little — ’tis not a novelty — yet ’tis not a convenience, neither. . . . We shall be merry there, little one, never doubt it! Thy troubles will vanish there, and likewise thy sad distemper —

“‘She loved her husband dearilee,

But another man — ’

“These be noble large stitches!” — holding the garment up and viewing it admiringly — ”they have a grandeur and a majesty that do cause these small stingy ones of the tailor-man to look mightily paltry and plebeian —