"Nothing more?"
"Why not? A—"
"For instance?"
"Pelisse, a wadded winter pelisse for you."
"There, there! Just that, and only that!" said Reb Binyomin, delighted.
Yitzchok-Yossel Broitgeber tucked away the quilt under his arm, and was preparing to be off.
"Reb Yitzchok-Yossel! And what about taking my measure? And how about your charge?"
Yitzchok-Yossel dearly loved to take anyone's measure, and was an expert at so doing. He had soon pulled a fair-sized sheet of paper out of one of his deep pockets, folded it into a long paper stick, and begun to measure Reb Binyomin Droibnik's limbs. He did not even omit to note the length and breadth of his feet.
"What do you want with that? Are you measuring me for trousers?"
"Ett, don't you ask! No need to teach a skilled workman his trade!"