"Indeed, it was torn much," she said; "but it does not seem to me badly mended."
Mitsos shrugged his shoulders hugely.
"It is as I have always said," he remarked; "a woman cannot even mend a shirt."
"Who mends your things when you are cruising, Mitsos?" she asked.
"I don't know. They are always well done. The Capsina is excepted; she can do everything."
Suleima could not keep the corners of her mouth from breaking down, and next moment she burst out laughing.
"It was she did who it," she said; "I swear to you it was she."
Mitsos had half slipped off the shirt, but on it went again in a twinkling.
"It is not badly mended," said Suleima, still laughing, "but I could do it better. Take another one, Mitsos. I will mend this again. Ah, it is less good than I thought. See how big and bad are those stitches. Oh, it is shocking! Off with it! I will not have for a husband one they would think was a beggar."
Mitsos looked at her darkly and sideways.