“Oh yes, quite willing.”
“Very well, undo that bundle.”
Peace did as he was bid, and found various pieces ready cut out for a similar jacket to the one he had on.
“I suppose you know what these are for?” said M‘Pherson.
“For a jacket.”
“You are quite right, my man.” Then, turning to a man beside him he said, “Give him a needle and thread, and we shall soon see if he takes kindly to the business.”
Peace was fitted with a thimble; they gave him a bunch of thread, a piece of beeswax, a needle, and a pair of scissors.
“There you are—now you are set up in business,” said M‘Pherson, “and can stitch away to your heart’s content.”
“We don’t expect very great things from you at first. See what you can do; if you get into a muddle, you’ll have to undo your work and re-sew it.”
“I am afraid——”