"Is this the way you behave to your customers, mynheer?" asked a smartly-dressed, plump-faced, pretty little woman, in rather a sharp tone;—"keeping them knocking at the door till you please to open it? It's not respectful to the burgomaster, Jacob Kats!"
"Ya!" replied the mender of leather.
"Here, I want you to do this very neatly," said the girl, producing a small light shoe, and pointing to a place that evidently wanted repairing.
"Ya!" said Jacob Kats, examining with professional curiosity the object spoken of.
"The stitches have broken away, you see; so you must fill up the place they have left, with your best workmanship," she continued.
"Ya!" he responded.
"And mind you don't make a botch of it, mynheer!"
"Ya!"
"And let me have it in an hour, for the burgomaster has given me leave to go to a dance."