"For the handsome wages, they are the visions of thy fancy!" "They are no such thing," said Jackeymo, "they are only in arrear.

As if the padrone could not pay them some day or other; as if I was demeaning myself by serving a master who did not intend to pay his servants! And can't I wait?
Have I not my savings too?
But be cheered, be cheered; you shall be contented with me.

I have two beautiful suits still.

I was arranging them when you rang for me.

You shall see, you shall see." And Jackeymo hurried from the room, hurried back into his own chamber, unlocked a little trunk which he kept at his bed-head, tossed out a variety of small articles, and from the deepest depth extracted a leathern purse.