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"
He
stirred
,
methinks
--
I
must
sing
in
a
less
thunderous
key
;
'
tis
not
good
to
mar
his
sleep
,
with
this
journey
before
him
,
and
he
so
wearied
out
,
poor
chap
...
This
garment
--
'
tis
well
enough
--
a
stitch
here
and
another
one
there
will
set
it
aright
.
This
other
is
better
,
albeit
a
stitch
or
two
will
not
come
amiss
in
it
,
likewise
...
These
be
very
good
and
sound
,
and
will
keep
his
small
feet
warm
and
dry
--
an
odd
new
thing
to
him
,
belike
,
since
he
has
doubtless
been
used
to
foot
it
bare
,
winters
and
summers
the
same
...
Would
thread
were
bread
,
seeing
one
getteth
a
year
's
sufficiency
for
a
farthing
,
and
such
a
brave
big
needle
without
cost
,
for
mere
love
.
Now
shall
I
have
the
demon
's
own
time
to
thread
it
!
"
And
so
he
had
.
He
did
as
men
have
always
done
,
and
probably
always
will
do
,
to
the
end
of
time
--
held
the
needle
still
,
and
tried
to
thrust
the
thread
through
the
eye
,
which
is
the
opposite
of
a
woman
's
way
.
Time
and
time
again
the
thread
missed
the
mark
,
going
sometimes
on
one
side
of
the
needle
,
sometimes
on
the
other
,
sometimes
doubling
up
against
the
shaft
;
but
he
was
patient
,
having
been
through
these
experiences
before
,
when
he
was
soldiering
.
He
succeeded
at
last
,
and
took
up
the
garment
that
had
lain
waiting
,
meantime
,
across
his
lap
,
and
began
his
work
.
"
The
inn
is
paid
--
the
breakfast
that
is
to
come
,
included
--
and
there
is
wherewithal
left
to
buy
a
couple
of
donkeys
and
meet
our
little
costs
for
the
two
or
three
days
betwixt
this
and
the
plenty
that
awaits
us
at
Hendon
Hall
--
"
'
She
loved
her
hus
--
'
"
Body
o
'
me
!
I
have
driven
the
needle
under
my
nail
!
...
It
matters
little
--
'
tis
not
a
novelty
--
yet
'
tis
not
a
convenience
,
neither
...
.
We
shall
be
merry
there
,
little
one
,
never
doubt
it
!
Thy
troubles
will
vanish
there
,
and
likewise
thy
sad
distemper
--
"
'
She
loved
her
husband
dearilee
,
But
another
man
--
'
"
These
be
noble
large
stitches
!
"
--
holding
the
garment
up
and
viewing
it
admiringly
--
"
they
have
a
grandeur
and
a
majesty
that
do
cause
these
small
stingy
ones
of
the
tailor-man
to
look
mightily
paltry
and
plebeian
--
"
'
She
loved
her
husband
dearilee
,
