Nowadays the tailor lives in a shop made almost entirely of glass and there he does his work.
Long ago it was the custom of the country to invite the tailor to the houses to make man's clothes and he generally stayed there a week or so and he brought his needle, and thimble, and tape, and a bit heavy iron called a 'goose' with him and when walking along the road he always had it on a strap over his shoulder, and he also had a lapboard where he pressed the clothes.
A door was taken off its hinges and left on the floor and he sat on this with his legs crossed while he was at work, and told his funny tales which were not exactly true.
He used to enjoy himself in these houses because the people did their best to please him, and his coming to the village was hailed as the coming of the 'thresher' is now when all and sundry turn out to meet it.
His food was plain but wholesome, he was