244 LERNER
and feeling. And think how many years he has been a trader ! A retail trader, certainly, a jobber, but still
"Come, Reb Yitzchok-Yossel, make an end! What will you turn it into?"
"Everything."
"That is to say?"
"A dressing-gown for your Dvoshke, "
"And then?"
"A morning-gown with tassels, "
"After that?"
"A coat."
"Well?"
"A dress"
"And besides that?"
"A pair of trousers and a jacket "
"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 meas- ure, 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.
