When he
continued his face had a broad smile--"and I must say, too, that
he always paid his bills. Once, when he was afraid he could not
pay, he wanted to bring the coat back, but I wouldn't let him. Oh,
yes, a very nice young man, Mr. Arthur Breen," and the tailor's
plump body shook with suppressed laughter.
"You know, of course, that he is this young man's uncle," said
Peter, laying his hand affectionately on Jack's shoulder.
"Oh, yes, I know about it. I saw the likeness that first day you
came in," he continued, nodding to Jack. "It was one of the times
when your sister, the magnificent Miss Grayson was here, Mr.
Grayson." Isaac always called her so, a merry twinkle in his eye
when he said it, but with a face and voice showing nothing but the
deepest respect; at which Peter would laugh a gentle laugh in
apology for his sister's peculiarities, a dislike of little
tailors being one of them--this little tailor especially.
"And now, Mr. Breen, I hope you will have better luck," Isaac
said, rising from his chair and holding out his hand.
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