"Never you mind. Them pants'll be done as sure as my name's Peter Briggs."
"All right," said Joe; and he ran on his way whistling.
"Kit," he announced that evening, "I've just found out a good business for you."
"What?" and Kit roused himself.
"You shall be a tailor. I was thinking to-day how you would look on the board, with your scalp-lock nodding to every stitch."
"I won't," said Kit stoutly; and he gave a kick towards Joe's leg.
"It's a good business. You will always have plenty of cabbage."
"You better stop!" declared Kit.
"It will be handy to have him in the house, Granny. He can do the ironing by odd spells. And on the subject of mending old clothes he will be lovely."
With that Kit made another dive.