True it was, that Mrs.
Sweetbread had spontaneously thrown open to his inspection the wardrobe of her deceased husband.

But even _he_ had contrived to go through this world in shoes of considerably smaller dimensions than Mr.Jeremiah demanded.

And from a pretty large choice of coats there was not one which he could turn to account.

For, to say nothing of their being one and all too short by a good half ell, even in the very best of them he looked precisely as that man looks who has lately slaughtered a hog, or as that man looks who designs to slaughter a hog.
Now, then, when all his plans for meeting the exigencies of his case had turned out abortive, suddenly a bold idea struck him.

In a sort of inspiration he seized a pair of scissors, for the purpose of converting with his own untutored hand of genius his pea-green surtout into a pea-green frock.