At first, Bobby thought he would spoil it.
Bobby saw the tailor’s thimble.
He saw the tailor’s needle.
He saw his thread and beeswax.
He saw the tailor’s sewing machine, and suits hanging on the wall.
At last the tailor said, “That’s all.”
“When will the suit be done?” asked Father.
“I will send it Saturday,” said the tailor.
“Send the bill with it, please,” said Father.