The Brave Little TailorOne summer’s day a little tailor sat on his table by the window
in the best of spirits, and sewed for dear life. As he was
sitting thus a peasant woman came down the street, calling
out: “Good jam to sell, good jam to sell.” This sounded
sweetly in the tailor’s ears; he put his frail little head out of
the window, and shouted: “up here, my good woman, and you’ll
find a willing customer.” The woman climbed up the three
flights of stairs with her heavy basket to the tailor’s room, and
he made her spread out all the pots in a row before him. He
examined them all, lifted them up and smelled them, and said at
last: “This jam seems good, weigh me four ounces of it, my
good woman; and even if it’s a quarter of a pound I won’t stick at
it.” The woman, who
