The tailor came around and said:
"See here, Harris, wasn't I kind enough to let you have that coat on tick? And now you won't pay. I'm sure it was the best that I could make, and it must have worn well."
"Certainly," says Harris, "all my nephews wore it."
"There, didn't I tell you it—" began the tailor.
"Yes," said Harris, "every time it got wet it shrunk so that the next youngest one could wear it."
Then the fun began.
The tailor put the bill into a collector's hands.
The collector called upon Harris.
"I'm sorry for you, old man," said the collector, "but your tailor has put your account into my hands for collection."