As it was, when they walked to church, the top of the little tailor's beaver just about reached the shoulders of Mrs.Tubbs.Nevertheless, they managed to live very happily together, for the most part, though now and then, when Thomas was a little refractory, his better half would snatch him up bodily, and, carrying him to the cellar, lock him up there.

Such little incidents only served to spice their domestic life, and were usually followed by a warm reconciliation.
"The happy pair had six children, all of whom took after their mother, and promised to be tall; the oldest boy, twelve years of age, being already taller than his father, or, rather, he would have been but for the tall hat and high-heeled boots.
"Mr.Tubbs was a tailor, as I have said.

One day there came into his shop a man attired with extreme shabbiness.

Thomas eyed him askance.
"'Mr.Tubbs,' said the stranger, 'as you perceive, I am out at the elbows.

I would like to get you to make me up a suit of clothes.' "'Ahem!' coughed Thomas, and glanced upward at a notice affixed to the door, 'Terms, Cash.' "The stranger's eye followed the direction of Mr.Tubbs'.