I'm going to stay, if you think I'll do." "You are going to stop-every day ?" The old man's voice quavered a little.
"Precisely that." Charley wetted a seam with water as he had often seen tailors do.

He dropped the hot iron on the seam, and sniffed with satisfaction.
"Who are you ?" said the tailor.
"A man who wants work.

The Cure knows.

It's all right.

Shall I stay ?" The tailor nodded, and sat down with a colour in his face..