"When it dies it grows--and not till then, as you will read in the New Testament.

Isn't it an honour, I say, to mend boots for John Turnbull ?" "Oh, yes--for John Turnbull! I know John," said Willie, as if it made any difference to his merit whether Willie knew him or not! "And there," Hector went on, "lies a pair of slippers that want patching.

They belong to William Webster, the weaver, round the corner.
They're very much down at heel too.

But isn't it an honour to patch or set up slippers for a man who keeps his neighbours in fine linen all the days of their lives ?" "Yes, yes.

I know William.