I'll do as much for you some day.

Tell you what I'll do, then: I'll have another suit made right away, of this other cloth, and have the bill for that one sent to our folks." "Do it!" exclaimed Ham.

"Do it! You've your mother's orders for that.
She's nothing to do with my gift." "Splendid!" almost shouted Dab.

"Oh, but don't I hope they'll fit!" "Vit," said the tailor: "vill zay vit?
I dell you zay vit you like a knife.

You vait und zee." Dab failed to get a very clear idea of what the fit would be, but it made him almost hold his breath to think of it.
After the triumphant visit to the tailor, there was still a necessity for a call upon the shoemaker, and that was a matter of no small importance.