XLVIII
Nele was still always miserable for the sake of herself and her witless mother.
Ulenspiegel hired himself to a tailor who said to him:
“When you sew, sew close, so that I can see nothing.”
Ulenspiegel went and sat under a cask and there began to sew.
“That is not what I mean,” cried the tailor.
“I am close in a cask; how do you think any one can see in it?” answered Ulenspiegel.
“Come,” said the tailor, “take your seat there on the table and make your stitches close one to the other and make the coat like this wolf—” wolf was the name of a peasant’s jerkin.
Ulenspiegel took the jerkin, cut it in pieces and sewed it so as to give it the semblance and shape of a wolf.