“Oh, bother the dog! When he opens his jaws to bark, I’ll pitch in a good bit of hard cheese. That’ll keep him quiet.”
Said and done again. The next morning the magician found a still greater disappearance of broccoli from his garden.
“The thing is becoming serious,” he said. “To-night I will watch myself.”
With that he went to his gate and remained there, looking closely at all those who passed by. So he said to the first:
“What is your trade?”
“Pass on,” replied the magician. “You’re not the man I want.”
There came another.
“What’s your calling?”
“I’m a tailor.”